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-=[ Taken For Granted Part One ]=-
Since graduating from college, Simon and Melisa lived with her parent's at
their large estate in Rhode Island. Melisa, more than Simon, wanted to move
out, away from her rich father's influence. Even though he had the best
intentions in the world, Melisa didn't want her husband conforming to her
father's conservative way of life, which she felt Simon would if they
remained living there. As it was, her husband could be a real stick in the
mud at times, and Melisa didn't want him getting any worse. Her prayers were
answered one day when Simon received an unexpected job offer from one of his
old friends. The sexy, but spoiled, redhead used all of her charms and every
trick she knew to coax Simon into accepting the offer, which was no small
accomplishment since her father had a counter offer for a large pay increase
and a better position within his corporation for Simon. In the end though,
Melisa won out, and they moved away to Simon's home town in northern
Wisconsin. Tonight, a week after their move, her husband's old high school
friends were having a welcome home party at The Landing, a small lodge
hidden deep in the woods. Away from their wives for the evening, Simon's
buddies proceeded to get drunk out of their minds while telling Melisa, the
only woman present, about the wild times they use to have together. After a
couple hours of drinking and listening to their tall tales, Melisa began
feeling the effects of the alcohol she had consumed. In yet another toast
made by someone, she gulped down her fifth shot of whiskey. Melisa, feeling
no pain and more than a little horny, then started giving her husband some
not-so-subtle suggestions about how amorous she was. With a drink in her
hand and sporting a devilish grin, the petite redhead un-characteristically
walked up to him and asked Simon to go outside, suggestively squeezing his
buns and winking at him. Simon grumbled, "Maybe, later."
Finally slipping away from the boisterous crowd an hour later, Melisa walked
over to the far end of the patio behind The Landing. The view was
incredible. It was a clear and cloudless night with a huge, bright full moon
hanging in the sky. Like the largest light bulb ever created, the moonbeams
sparkled off the water of the lake below, bathing the surrounding forest and
patio in a soft white glow. When she reached the railing, Melisa noticed the
shadow of someone off to the side, but she was too horny to concern herself
with one of her husband's drunk friends. Slowly turning around, she tilted
her head back, and parted her lips for a kiss. His hands immediately went to
her breasts as he bent down to kiss her. Melisa felt him groping around at
the top of her expensive dress, almost ripping it, as he tried to get his
hands inside. He finally pushed her dress from her shoulders and pulled it
down. His touch felt like fire when his fingertips finally dipped inside the
lace cups of her bra. Melisa could feel his urgency, his desire, and she was
happy that it matched hers. She heard a slight tear, then a loud rip. In his
lustful state he had torn her bra apart. The round curves and softness of
her large breasts were now totally exposed to the night air. Melisa didn't
care that he had ripped her bra. She had waited three long hours for this,
and a torn piece of clothing wasn't going to dampen her excitement. He
pinched her already hardened nipples while his lips continued to crush and
smother hers in a sloppy kiss. Melisa moaned her hunger into his open mouth.
He dropped his hands and seized the undulating cheeks of her firm ass.
Because he was 6' 4" and she was only 5' 5", even with 3" heels on, their
embrace didn't last long. Already Melisa's neck was getting sore from
leaning back at such an awkward angle. Breaking their kiss, she pressed her
hands against his chest, and stepped back a bit. Simon's heart almost
stopped beating when his wife reached out to open his jeans. With lust in
her eyes, Melisa quickly undid his pants, and pushed them and his underwear
down to his ankles. Dropping to her knees in front of him, Simon held his
breath as Melisa teasingly licked and kissed her way slowly up his thighs.
He gritted his teeth when her lips parted, and she encircled the crown of
his dick with them. Simon though his head would explode when his wife's
mouth began to suck and swallow his now completely hard shaft. Her saliva
was making his dick glisten like the lake below them. In the two years they
had known each other, Melisa had never sucked him off before. Simon was too
stunned by the sight of her luscious, red lips sliding up and down his thick
rod to say anything to her now. While she gently fondled his testicles with
her right hand, his wife reached around and massaged his ass with her other
one. Melisa then began moaning in delight as her mouth proceeded to steadily
increase its loving action. Almost ready to climax, he reached for the back
of her head, but Melisa removed her mouth from his cock and raised herself
up. "I can't wait any longer. I want you to fuck me. Right here, right now!"
his wife panted as she lifted her dress up to her waist and spread her feet
apart. Simon had tried telling her that The Landing wasn't as fancy as the
places back east, only a local hang out for the loggers and a few sportsmen
who knew of it, but Melisa insisted on dressing up for the party anyway. In
the bright moonlight, the sight of her shapely legs encased in tan nylons
and perched atop a pair of high heels was the most erotic vision Simon had
ever seen. When Melisa's trimmed, red pussy hairs came into view, Simon was
shocked. He didn't know she had left the house without wearing any panties.
With the top of her dress down and the bottom of it raised, Melisa hoped she
looked like a woman begging to be fucked. That's what she was, and that's
what she wanted to look like. It had been over a month since Simon had
fucked her last, and Melisa thought she'd die if she didn't get fucked now.
With ease, he lifted her 105 pound frame up and kissed her hard on the
mouth. Melisa wrapped her arms and legs around him, kissing him back with a
passion Simon didn't know she had. When her silky legs surrounded his
mid-section and she locked her ankles together, he cupped the cheeks of her
small ass in the palms of his hands. With one swift and powerful thrust, his
entire cock pierced and buried itself inside her pussy. Melisa suddenly
broke their kiss and cried out. Savoring the way his cock had enlarged and
filled her pussy so completely, his wife held herself steady for a moment.
Every nerve in her body tingling with excitement, and a barrage of fireworks
was going off behind her tightly closed eyelids. After the initial wave of
pleasure passed, Melisa looked into his eyes and in a throaty whisper said,
"It's been so long!" His wife then crushed her mouth over his in another wet
and passionate kiss. Simon was shocked that his prim and proper wife from
the east coast could ever act this way. "Come on, baby, really give it to
me. Fuck my brains out! Faster! Faster!" Melisa hissed as she began to
wildly bounced up and down, impaling herself upon his cock with every once
of energy she had. Simon was starting to feel dizzy, and wasn't able to
stand on his own two feet any longer. While Melisa continued to fuck him
like some sex- starved nymphomaniac, Simon weakly dropped down to sit on the
wooden bench by the railing. Melisa cried out again, "Come on, honey, fuck
me faster! Please, baby, faster! I'm almost there. Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!"
Suddenly, Simon became sick to his stomach. Just in time, he leaned over the
patio and heaved his guts out. After Melisa straightened out her clothes,
she kissed him one more time then went back to rejoin the party. Simon threw
up again when the man who just fucked his wife followed her inside.
"Good morning, sleepy head." he heard a soft and far away voice say. The
throbbing pain started as soon as Simon opened his eyes. Melisa leaned
forward and gently kissed her husband on the forehead, while her hand ducked
under the covers. "How could you?" was all Simon said, not even flinching
when Melisa's cold fingertips touched his crotch. "Hey, I did everything I
could last night to get you to... you know... make love to me. I'm still
horny, Simon." The pain in his temples was replaced by a dizziness as
blurred images of the scene he witnessed on the patio at The Landing came
back to him. Melisa's silky legs were wrapped around another man. Another
man's huge hands were squeezing her tiny ass cheeks as she furiously leaped
up and down on him. Another man's tongue was probing her open mouth in an
eager kiss. Simon closed his eyes in torment. Was it all just a bad dream?
Did he only imagine that Melisa had sex with someone else last night? His
wife mistook his confused look as a sign of a hangover. "Do you want
something for your headache, or how about some breakfast?" Melisa asked as
she slipped out of bed and threw her robe on. "Maybe after you're feeling
better, we could... mess around." "Mess around?" Simon said, then mumbled
under his breath as she walked out of their bedroom, "That's not what I'd
call it!" Melisa was right about one thing though, Simon was experiencing
the worst headache of his life. It had been a long time since he went out
drinking with the guys, and now it was time to pay the piper. His stomach
did a sudden flip-flop, and he made a mad, stumbling dash for their
bathroom. On his knees in homage, Simon had no offering for the porcelain
god. His belly was empty. All he could do was listen to his gut wrenching
prayers as they echoed around in the rotund bowl, making his head pound that
much more. His stomach began hurting from the violent convulsions it was
going through trying to present anything in praise to the short, white deity
he was kneeling in front of, but it had nothing to give. Like a rejected
beggar, Simon bowed his head and implored the powers to be for mercy. The
icy-cold, ceramic altar was soothing his forehead when his silent petition
was answered. The toilet seat came crashing down on the back of his neck.
"Oh, honey, are you okay?" Simon turned toward the compassionate voice he
heard, and looked up through the hallow-like hole above his head. "My, oh,
my! Don't we look green." Melisa said and then started laughing. "It's not
funny!" Simon groaned, half in anger, half in self pity. "From where I'm
standing, you look funny. Here," Melisa said as she grabbed her husband's
arm and helped him to his feet, "get back to bed. You'll need to sleep this
one off." After making him take some asprin with a full glass of orange
juice, Melisa tucked her husband into bed like a little boy.
"JESUS H. CHRIST! GET YOUR ASS OUT OF BED!" came the shout that woke him up.
"Leave me alone!" Simon grumbled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who
was there. "Hey, Mel, you got any coffee made?" Simon's best friend Bob,
yelled out. "It should be ready in a few minutes." "Come on, those muskies
are practically dying to jump in the boat, LETS GO!" All Bob got was another
tortured grunt. "Did Simple Simon have too much to drink last night? Does
his little head hurt?" Bob teased. "ASSHOLE!" "PUSSY!" "Double asshole!"
"Weekend Weed Whacker!" Simon opened his eyes at his friend's last jab. He
remembered it was a derogatory nickname the locals called all the city
people. "What the hell are you doing here? It's not even..." then Simon
remembered they were suppose to go fishing this morning. "Damn, what did
those people on the east coast do to you?" Bob said, then quickly yanked the
covers off of Simon. "Hey, Melisa, Simon's got one of them retractable
fishing rods and the line's all tangled up! You better get in here and help
this poor boy, cause I sure as hell ain't!" "OKAY, I'm up already! Now get
the hell out of here while I get dressed!" "Never mind. False alarm." Bob
shouted. In the kitchen, Melisa sarcastically stated, "Another one!"
"I need to ask you something, Bob." "No, we're not going in! I don't care
how many times you throw up, or how green you get. I'm always out here until
I get my quota, so don't ask again." "It has nothing to do with that." Simon
said. "What is it then?" When his friend didn't answer, Bob turned his head
around. Simon seemed to be looking at something in the distance, so Bob
followed his line of sight, and tried to figure out what it was. Seeing
nothing out of the ordinary, he asked again, "Well, you going to tell me
what's on your mind?" Confused, hurt, angry and still hung over, Simon said,
"Never mind."
Melisa was so startled to hear the knocking at the front door that she
almost dropped the box of crystal she was carrying into the dinning room.
Setting it on the table, she yelled out, "I'll be right there!" A man
wearing only a T-shirt and jeans, his back turned to the door, was standing
on their porch. Boy!, she thought, They sure grow them big up here! Melisa
suddenly realized she was still only dressed in her short robe. She jumped
when the man began knocking again. Opening the door up enough to stick her
head out, the half-naked housewife asked, "What can I do for you?" "Hi
there! My name's Jack. Sorry to bother you, but can I use your phone? My
truck got a flat and I need to call somebody out here. It's just down the
road a bit." he said with a smile. "Don't you have a spare?" Melisa asked,
afraid to let a stranger in the house, especially the way she was dressed.
"Don't I wish! Listen, I haul logs for the mill, so it's not my rig, but if
I'm not back by a certain time, I'll be in deep shit. Look, I just need to
let them know I got a flat, then I'll go back out there and wait for them to
send somebody to fix it." "Where are my manners? I'm sorry. Come in, the
phone is in the living room." Melisa said as she opened the door all the
way. Jack stepped in and followed her as she walked past him after closing
the door. Tom was right. Not only was the redhead beautiful, but she had a
fantastic body! She was a little small for his taste, but if everything else
Tom said was true, he could overlook that. When Melisa turned around to face
him and point at the phone on a table by the wall, Jack had to swallow his
heart. The red haired beauty before him had the biggest pair of tits he'd
ever seen on a woman her size. While Jack was on the phone, Melisa knew she
should have gotten dressed. Every time she turned around the man's eyes were
on her. It was like he didn't care if anyone was on the other end of the
line. Her cheeks turned red and her pulse quickened when she saw his gaze
fix upon her breasts. Pulling her robe together to hide herself from his
stare only seemed to make Jack's eyes grow larger. Looking down, she noticed
the thin material of her short, white satin robe was stretched tightly
across chest, making her erect nipples even more visible. Completely
embarrassed for getting excited just from having a man look at her, Melisa
ran into the kitchen. "I've got to hand it to you, Tom, you were right."
Jack said when the woman disappeared. "She sure is something else! How long
have I got?" "Well, it's only nine and she's probably sober by now, so be
here when everybody gets back from lunch." his boss said. "Thanks! See you
at one." Jack replied as he hung up the phone. Now all he had to do was
figure out a way of getting the redhead to let him stay in the house while a
fictitious emergency truck repaired his fictitious flat tire. "Say, lady!"
he called out, "Can I use your bathroom?" "It's the first door on the left,
down the hallway." When she heard the man close the bathroom door, Melisa
raced from the kitchen and into her bedroom. She hurriedly straightened up
the bed, threw the clothes she wore last night into the closet and took her
robe off. After wiggling into a tight pair of pink bikini panties, she
searched for a matching bra in her dresser drawer. From the corner of her
eye, Melisa saw something move, and bolted upright in surprise. Less than
two feet away, Jack was standing in the open doorway to the adjoining
bathroom. He didn't say anything, didn't even apologize for sneaking up on
her, but then he didn't have to. The way he was looking at Melisa said it
all. Before, when he was on the phone, his looks were appreciative, even
complimentary. Now, there was something else in his eyes, and Melisa started
to tremble. Jack was awed by the near flawless set of tits the young redhead
had. And her nipples! My God, they were the most perfectly shaped little
nubs he had ever laid eyes on! The two of them just stood there, both with
their mouth open and both wanting something different. Neither knew what the
other's next move was going to be, so they both were afraid to move. Wearing
only a flimsy pair of panties, Melisa felt vulnerable and helpless. On the
other hand, Jack couldn't remember the last time he was this sexually
aroused. It was certain they couldn't just let the tension keep building up
between them, one of them had to do something, but which one was going to
make the first move? Last night, Melisa had too much to drink, and just got
carried away. That's all it was. Yet, like last night, she could feel her
pussy beginning to moisten, and she became embarrassed again. The young wife
looked down, to keep the man from seeing the way she was blushing. Her heart
skipped several beats, and she stopped breathing. The man's cock was
sticking out of his open jeans, coming to life, bouncing slightly as it grew
larger and stiffer. Her nipples hardened all the more at the sight, and
Melisa became ashamed from the way she was reacting. Tentatively, Jack
raised his right hand. Melisa flinched at his sudden movement, but stood her
ground. Slowly he reached out to her. The sigh the redhead made after his
hand covered and gently squeezed her left breast told Jack all he needed to
know. He reached out with his other hand and began slowly squeezing both her
tits. Melisa legs wobbled, and another sigh escaped from her still open and
suddenly dry mouth. Jack released her breasts, and his hands slid to her rib
cage. Melisa clamped her eyes shut and bit her lower lip as she raised her
head. Her mouth opened with a soft and pleading moan as his hands surrounded
her slim waist. She felt his fingers at her hips, hooking themselves inside
the only piece of clothing she had on. Like a hot knife through butter, Jack
ripped her panties on both sides. Melisa's only response was to look up, not
in surprise, but in anticipation of his next move. Jack noticed the change
in her and reached down. Melisa's legs parted, and he lazily pulled the torn
and useless panties from between her quivering thighs. At that moment, they
both knew she was his. Melisa, almost in a trance, walked over to the bed.
She couldn't believe that she was again going to fuck a man she didn't even
know!
"That makes twelve, six each, right?" "Yeah, yeah, I know. Jesus, Simon, you
really look like shit! How about we get you a little hair of the dog that
bit you?" "I just want to go back to bed." Simon said as he put his fishing
gear away. "By the way, don't forget you and Mel are suppose to come over
tonight for dinner. Sue's been dying to meet your wife." Bob said. "I meant
to ask you about that. How come nobody else brought their wife or girlfriend
last night?" "I'm not suppose to tell you this, but all the girls are
planning a big surprise dinner for you two day after tomorrow. Tell Mel to
be prepared, too. Some of them are pissed at her for catching you. I'm
pretty sure she'll even hear some catty remarks from Sue tonight." "Look,
Bob, I only dated Sue once, then stepped aside when you told me how you felt
about her." "Shit, I'm not accusing you of anything. I wouldn't mind being
in your shoes, though. A lot of the other guys feel the same way. We're just
jealous. Hell, you were the star jock at school, had your pick of any girl
you wanted, got a nice scholarship, married a gal who's not only the sexiest
creature on earth, but comes from a rich family to boot! You guys are the
envy of the whole town, so you better get use to it. The same goes for the
rest of us. Yeah, I'm a little jealous, too, but I am what I am. Just do me
a favor, will you?" "What's that?" Simon asked his friend. "Don't let it go
to your head. As far as I can tell, all your success hasn't changed you. Try
to keep that way."
Simon waved from the dock as Bob pulled his boat away. The fresh air had
done him some good. At least he wasn't sick anymore, and maybe only a short
nap would get rid of his headache. As he walked up the hill to the lake
front cottage they recently bought, Simon thought of asking Melisa about
last night. He then decided it was best to get rid of his headache first.
Besides, he still wasn't sure if he had really seen Melisa with another man,
or if he had dreamed it all. Thankful that his wife wasn't around when he
opened the door, he tossed his fish into the kitchen sink, and headed off to
bed. Simon might as well have been shot with a gun when he opened his
bedroom door. In a way, he was. This was no dream. This was real! His wife
WAS with another man! Melisa was kneeling over his prone body. Her hands
were clutching at his dick and balls, while her lips were sliding up and
down his cock. Simon could see the obscene lump in her cheeks expand and
move as a stranger's dick poked around inside his wife's sucking mouth.
Simon could see Melisa's tiny hands stroking the thick shaft of the huge
cock protruding from her lips. Simon couldn't see who the man was though.
His head was trapped between Melisa's thighs, hiding him from view, as she
lewdly smeared her pussy back and forth in a fucking rhythm on his face. The
wet slurping sounds of their tongues and mouths on each others genitals made
Simon sick to his stomach again. Their grunting, groaning and moaning made
his head pound more painfully. The brokenhearted Simon wanted to die on the
spot! Melisa shamelessly made love to the man's cock with her mouth and
tongue as her fingers played with his hairy scrotum below her chin. Her
dainty hands then firmly grasped the base of his cock, and with ever
increasing speed, she began stroking his dick with both hands while her head
bobbed up and down. Melisa twisted her face in a corkscrew motion and her
hands continued to fly rapidly over the man's shaft until he finally
ejaculated. She suddenly gagged when his cock briefly forced its way into
her throat. She then moaned loudly in orgasm as vast amounts of thick gooey
cum poured from her lips and began running down the dick she was still
wantonly sucking. Simon didn't see or hear any of this. He had rushed
outside, racing aimlessly up their driveway and then down the road. With
tear stained eyes, he looked up when he heard a car coming from behind.
"Well, hello there stranger! Long time no see. Hop in, I'll give you a
ride." a cheerful woman's voice said. Like a zombie, Simon walked around to
the other side of the car and got in.
Letting the hot water of the shower pelt her still tingling body, Melisa
shook her head. She felt guilty for cheating on her husband a second time,
but she also felt marvelously satisfied and very relaxed, something she
hadn't felt in a long time. Melisa really did love Simon, and knew that what
she did was wrong, but she just couldn't help herself. Two years ago, before
she ever met her husband, Melisa's sex life was phenomenal. She was one of
the most sought after girls on campus, and with good reason. Melisa thought
college was nothing but a four year orgy and very seldom turned down a
chance to have sex. She had no qualms about letting any of her dates get
into her panties. The guy had to be a real geek if he couldn't get between
her legs, and even then, Melisa would at least give him head. As far as she
was concerned, the only thing in life that could come close to having a
stiff cock was shopping. Melisa knew everybody thought she was a slut, but
it didn't matter because no one would dare say it to her face. Her family's
status in the community prevented that. It was also the reason for her wild
behavior. The strict rules and conduct she had to abide by at home didn't
apply when she wasn't there. Her father's dated codes of what a lady should
act like always collided her unbridled spirit. And after high school, she
became even more rebellious toward him. All of this seemed to change when
she started seeing Simon. It was as though her popularity had dropped to
zero. All the guys stopped asking her out, and wouldn't even flirt with her
anymore. At 6' 5" and the middle linebacker for the football team all four
years he was there, Simon was an imposing figure that nobody wanted to mess
with, but Melisa didn't take this into account. She thought men didn't find
her attractive anymore. In a way, this was all right, because she fell in
love with Simon, and didn't want her past indiscretions to ruin their
relationship. But, within six months after they got married, Melisa began to
feel unwanted and repressed again. Even though she always wore the sexiest
clothes she could lay her hands on, Simon didn't seem to want her. Before
they moved, her confidence plummeted to an all time low because he hadn't
fucked her in over a month. She couldn't understand why Simon didn't want to
fuck as much as she did. Melisa just couldn't go that long without sex, and
didn't know how her husband could. Sure, she enjoyed fucking the guy last
night and the one this morning, it helped take the edge off her sexual
appetite. But she really didn't want to fuck them, she wanted Simon to fuck
her. "Well, if my own husband won't screw me, at least I know other men
still want to." she said aloud when she stepped out of the shower. As
degrading a thought as this was, Melisa decided it wasn't her fault. She
also made up her mind that she'd fuck someone else again if Simon didn't
start paying more attention to her.
It was only eleven o'clock in the morning and already Simon was well on his
way to getting bombed. He picked up the tenth shot glass from the neatly
lined row of twelve, and gulped the fiery liquid down in a single swallow.
Janice was still sitting across from him, talking up a storm about something
or other. He didn't know what she was saying, or did he really care. She had
been yakking away ever since she picked him up on the side of the road. He
looked at her through the empty thick shot glass. All he could see were two
distorted red lines, opening and closing. "You still suck cock?" he blurted
out. Totally stunned, Janice sat there with her mouth hanging open as Simon
continued his one sided conversation. "I didn't think my wife did, but she
does. She's a pretty good at it too, opens her mouth up real wide and plays
with your balls. You play with the balls when you suck a guy's cock?" When
the bartender looked their way because Simon wasn't being so quiet anymore,
Janice leaned forward and said, "Why don't I take you home now, Sy. I think
you've had enough." "Is she with him?" he mumbled. "What?" "Is she still
with him?" "Simon, you're not making any sense. What are you talking about?"
Janice asked, not really understanding him. Leaning over the table the way
Janice was, Simon got to within inches of her face and said, "My wife and
some other guy are playing hide the salami in our own fucking house!" "I
don't believe it! You're just imagining things. Why, from what I've heard,
your wife sounds like a real nice girl." "I saw it with my own eyes! Melisa
was sucking this guy's cock and rubbing her pussy all over his face, right
there in the middle of our own fucking bed!" "Listen, Simon, why would any
girl in her right mind want to run around on you? Besides, name one guy in
this neck of the woods who would even dare think of doing something like
that with your wife. Hell, you only moved back a couple of weeks ago.
Nobody's even met her yet!" Janice truly believed what she was telling her
former boyfriend, because that was how she felt. Six years ago, they were
the hottest item in town. Janice had dreams of marrying Simon one day and
living happily ever after, but then things changed. When he received a full
scholarship to a university on the east coast, she was happy for him, but
also sad because her plans for getting him to ask for her hand in marriage
were put on hold. The day Simon left for college, Janice thought her life
ended. She would have waited until Hell froze over, if he asked her to, but
never Simon did. Janice was completely shattered, and blamed herself for
letting him get away. Even though she had married someone else since then,
she still loved, and often dreamed of Simon. Janice doubted that Melisa was
cheating on him, but maybe, just maybe, this was the second chance she'd
been hoping and praying for. Simon, for the first time since she picked him
up, really looked at Janice. Her soft chestnut hair was longer than it use
to be, and her face was thinner, but Janice was still very attractive. She
still has that look, Simon thought. Janice's deep brown eyes were what
attracted him to her in the first place. When they were alone in the past,
which was often, she would give him a look that was adoring, while at the
same time very sultry. She was giving him that look now, and the old
feelings for her were starting to come back. Simon reached out to hold
Janice's hand, but she jerked it back quickly. "Let me get you home." she
said as she gathered up her things. "I told you, I don't want to go home."
"Well, I can't stay here all day, Sy. I've got shopping to do and a house to
clean. I really have to go." Feeling sorry for himself again, Simon leaned
back in his chair and said, "I'll be fine, why don't you take off." Driving
away and leaving Simon at Don's tavern, Janice began thinking. If his wife
was really cheating on him, she could get Simon back. She had heard the
rumors about her own husband's infidelities and figured that all she had to
do was wait around and catch him in the act, then file for a divorce. Janice
suddenly pounded on the steering wheel when she realized exactly what she
was thinking about. "Damn it, Simon!", she yelled, "Why did you have to come
back?" and then she started crying.
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