“Fantasy”

by H. Jekyll

Part Three of Four: Life Among the Ruins

(MF, cheat, d/s, oral)

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“Fantasy Part Three: Life Among the Ruins”


It came to pass that I went mad. Not insane, but mad. I 
knew what I was going to do and it filled me with joy, 
tremendous joy, for the first time since Richard took 
Alice. I would kill him. This thing would never end. It 
wouldn't die unless he did. He was a vampire, sucking my 
life away. He’d done it. He’d destroyed me. Now he was 
going to die. I had daydreams of killing them both in 
various ways, while they were doing any number of things, 
mainly in the middle of fucking. In my madness a plan came 
to me. 

I had, first, to get away from his surveillance. Richard 
was always a step ahead of me. How did he know where I was, 
where I went? How did his men always intercept me? How 
indeed? Maybe he was having me tailed. That’s what Mickey 
said. But maybe he had a fix in with Mickey. Or maybe he 
had me wired. I had to slip everyone.

I was mad, but not demented. I knew I had to be methodical. 
I hired another investigator to do a discreet check for 
electronic eavesdropping devices. My house, car, phone. 
Eureka! There was a bug attached to my car and another to 
my landline. Nothing else. No nanny cams or hidden mikes or 
anything else, though he warned me about cell phones in 
general. The two things were probably enough. They weren’t 
even very expensive. 

While I talked to the investigator, I had a vision of Alice 
smearing come all over her body.

There were two days before Richard and Alice would return 
to Las Vegas. I had to work fast. I walked out my back door 
and went three blocks over, where I bought a used car for a 
thousand dollars cash. I drove it to City Hall, to the 
trash department, gave Richard’s name, and complained that 
my trash bin had been vandalized. Then I went to a pawn 
shop where I bought a pistol and bullets and an old City 
Works Department badge. It was more official looking than 
today’s badges. One step follows the other. Stay with the 
plan. I put on a baseball cap and drove the new clunker 
past Richard’s estate a couple of times, not closely 
together in time, looking for ways in. 

I went to a firing range and practiced with my pistol on 
human silhouette targets for an hour. Whenever I hit it I 
imagined Richard. So far, so good. Richard, you’re dead. 
I’m going to make sure you know it’s me before I do you.

I thought, it’s too bad they don’t have bitch silhouettes. 

I drove the used car down to Palm Springs, to a contract 
parking lot near a resort hotel, where I parked it. Within 
an hour I had bought another cheap car. I drove it back to 
Las Vegas and parked it in a contract parking lot a half 
mile from my house. I was chuckling and rubbing my hands 
together all the way back.

Now time for the misdirection. I called the resort hotel in 
Palm Springs to make a reservation. Then I called Mickey. 
Sorry, Mickey. I’d like you to report on Richard and Alice, 
but I can’t take any more of this. I have to get away for a 
bit. He was sympathetic. 

I drove my bugged car to Palm Springs. In the mirages of 
water on the highway, I kept seeing Alice’s body stretched 
out, glistening, dripping. 

At the hotel I went to my room and turned on the TV. Then I 
walked all the way down the stairs to a back entrance, 
retrieved the used car, and left. It was a long ride back 
to Vegas, slowed by a wreck. At one point I thought I might 
be late, but everything was fine. One step follows the 
other. Stay with the plan and fucking Richard’s a dead man.

Richard thought he was so careful, and that he had good 
security. I guess he did. Still, people aren’t defense 
minded all the time. It’s why airport security always fails 
its tests. There was a back entrance to Richard’s estate, 
with dumpsters and a gate the staff kept open so they could 
get out and back easily. So could I. I wouldn’t have to 
shoot my way in. I didn’t care one way or the other, except 
that this upped my odds of success. There were probably 
security cameras, so I was taking a chance. But while the 
cat’s away and all that, plus if I were caught I’d flash my 
badge and pretend to be an inspector for the city trash 
department. I laugh about it now. Crazy man Henry, did you 
really think you wouldn’t be recognized? I parked as close 
to the estate as I could, walked down toward the dumpster 
like I knew what I was doing, and slipped along the house. 
There was a thicket of bushes, pretty far from the 
sidewalk, where I simply sat down to wait for dark.

I could tell when the two of them arrived, because of the 
ruckus. It went on for maybe an hour, after which most of 
the staff began leaving. While they were going out the back 
way, I went in through a side door. I stepped into a closet 
and waited. It got quiet. Okay, do it. One foot follows the 
other. I walked down the hall toward Richard’s favorite 
room. Oh, you fucker, I know this house better than any 
burglar would, and I know where the staff stays when you 
don’t need them. You’re mine. When I entered the den with 
my pistol ready, I wasn’t surprised that no one was there. 
Not exactly no one. Richard was there, alone.

* * * * *

Richard looked just like he always did, except that he was 
in shirtsleeves. By the time he saw me it was too late to 
do anything but sit in his chair and focus on the gun. But 
he never looked panicked, merely focused.

“I enjoyed the photos, Richard. But now we play this game 
my way, not yours. You bring Alice out and no one gets 
hurt. She and I can have a conversation.”


He kept looking at the gun. 

“You don’t want that, Henry. I promise you. Just leave and 
I won’t report this.”

“You have to ten.” I felt phony, like someone in an action 
thriller, but I made up my mind to shoot him right away if 
he did anything I didn’t like. It was my only leverage, and 
what was there to lose, really?

“One.”

“Henry...”

“Two.”

“Okay. Okay.”

“Three.”

“Armand! Henry, Armand will get her. It’ll only take a 
minute.”

“That’s all you have,”

A lovely dark boy came into the room. When he saw me he 
stopped dead and his eyes went big.

“Armand. Go fetch Ms. Alice. Mr. Henry wants to speak with 
her.”

Lovely Armand backed out of the room and skittered down a 
hall.

Silence in the room. Finally Richard said, “Care to sit?”

“Shut up.”

“We can still talk this out.”

I fired a shot past his leg, exploding a large vase. From 
down the hall, a voice with a Spanish accent screamed. 

“Señor Richard!”

“It’s okay, Armand! Everything’s fine. However, please be 
quick with Ms. Alice.” Richard looked at the gun again.


“Are you wondering how many more shots I have? It’s a 9mm, 
you know.”

“Yes. I know.” His voice was dead calm. “I figure at least 
nine more.”

I didn’t answer. I might have, I don’t know, but things 
sped up too much. There were sounds in the hall, noises of 
hurrying, of Armand’s voice saying something in fractured, 
desperate English, of Alice’s voice asking something. I 
turned my head toward the doorway and Richard cocked his 
head like a sparrow, and at that moment Alice and Armand 
stum-bumbled into the room, Armand pulling her by an arm, 
the two of them looking something like a beautiful Larry 
and Curly running to Moe’s call. It would have been 
amusing, as Richard might have called it, if I hadn’t been 
considering killing him or maybe Alice and him both, or 
first killing them and then blowing my head off. What was I 
thinking? The gun felt heavy. I let it drift from Richard 
to Alice and then back toward him. Alice turned her head 
back and forth between Richard and me. 

“Henry?” 

It was clear Armand had been too flustered or ignorant to 
tell her about me, and while I chewed on that fact I was 
knocked to the floor by the two large, polite young men who 
took the pistol from me and pinned me down.

* * * * *

It took two or three seconds to realize the change the men 
on me had wrought, two or three seconds with the two 
behemoths twisting my arms behind my back, with Alice 
already gravitating toward Richard even as she stared at 
me, drifting over until she was close enough to put the 
fingers of one hand on his arm. By the time she looked up 
into his face it was as clear to me as anything, the answer 
I’d come for, clear enough to make me curse being so stupid 
as to let myself lose the gun. It would be several more 
minutes, though, before I found what anything meant.

Richard took charge, of course.

“Don’t hurt him, but do keep the gun away from him. He’s 
not to be trusted just now.” 

I had the chance finally to really see Alice. We stared at 
each other as I was pulled upright. She couldn't hold the 
stare, though. She kept looking at me, then turning her 
eyes away. Then back. She was wearing a simple little shift 
with thin straps like a full slip. It might have been silk. 
I could see her shoulders and her arms and her legs just 
above her knees, the tops of her breasts, and it seemed 
Richard had half-lied to me. She was thin, thinner even 
than in the photos. I’d expected that. What didn’t I 
expect? Almost anything else. My image of her had been as a 
survivor of Auschwitz. She was nothing like that. She was 
leaner and more nicely muscled than showed in the jpeg 
picture, as though she worked out a lot. There were no 
obvious bruises on her body, none at all. She was perfect.

“Alice, Henry. Henry, Alice. You two have met.” Richard was 
beaming. Had he ever been worried about the madman with the 
gun? “Henry here has become impatient. He wants to hear 
from you directly, love, in detail, that it is true you 
have left him to be with me. I’m afraid he’s insistent, so 
this can’t be put off any more. You’ll just have to tell 
him.”

Then, yes, there was something. I thought I saw reddish 
discolorations on Alice’s wrists. Thin lines. Like ligature 
marks. He hadn’t exactly half lied. He’d at least partly 
told the truth.

Alice fiddled. I thought she might not say anything, but 
Richard was patient. He smiled at her as though she was a 
creation of his, about to demonstrate his creativity. 
Finally she couldn’t not speak anymore. 

“Oh, Henry!” she began. 

What an awful start. That had been a joke with us. O’Henry. 
I was her favorite candy bar, the one she ate slowly to 
savor the taste. How long ago had that been? It certainly 
wasn’t a joke now, just a sign that she didn’t know what to 
say. Another false start. “Why did you come here? I’m not 
coming back. I’m sorry for hurting you, but it’s over. You 
have to move on, Henry. It’s over. It’s really over.”

Richard nodded at me. My time to speak.

“Why?”

“Why did I leave?”

“Why did you leave? Yes. You said you loved me. And why 
with him? You hated him. How could you go to him? How did 
he brainwash you? You! Tell me how it happened. Explain 
it!”

Alice looked at Richard, then at me. She started to say 
something. Finally, “It’s too complicated. I can’t tell you 
everything. I was suffocating. I wasn’t fulfilled. Richard 
fulfills me.”

To that there was no answer. I didn’t fulfill her. What 
could you say? We didn’t fulfill each other. I’d been 
unfulfilled for years. It was the way of things, except 
that Richard could fulfill everything. Come one, come all. 
All yearnings will be quenched. All desires will be sated.

“How long?”

“How long what?”

“When did it start?”

“After New Year’s.” He had been truthful, no? I didn’t try
to say anything, to argue with her. It was silent again, 
so Richard stepped in. He had a big grin again.


“It’s like I told you, Henry. I offered what she needed and 
she came over. Now she’s mine. She does what I want. Tell 
him, Alice.”

Alice looked down at the floor. She hesitated again. She 
really didn’t want to say anything else to me. “Richard is 
right, Henry. We’re good for each other. He takes charge … 
and we satisfy each other.”

“You fucking bitch. I wish I’d killed you.” I said it but I 
couldn’t put any force behind it. It was over. Beyond over. 
That last faint hope.

Richard’s smirk grew into a grin. 

“Actually Henry still loves you. He’ll hope against hope. 
You need to make it final, Alice. Look him in the eye and 
tell him. Show him how proud you are to be my girl.”

Something was stirring. Something was going to happen. 
Alice moved her head to look at me. She spoke more softly.


“It’s true, Henry. I’m his. I’m sorry for you.”

Richard spoke again when she said she was sorry, so quickly 
he almost cut her off. “Let me demonstrate, Henry. Alice, 
strip for us.” She jerked around toward him. She spoke 
directly to him in a half whisper, cutting her eyes over 
toward me two or three times.

“Richard! Please. Not in front of him!”

Again it could have been almost cute. She didn’t want me to 
know what she said. She spoke between gritted teeth. She 
could have been warning, ix-nay in front of the ildren-
chay.

“Alice, you’ll do what I say or you can leave right now.”

She looked like she’d been slapped.

“Please, Richard. You know I’ll do anything you say. 
Everything. I’ve shown you that.” She raised her hands, 
palms upward, supplicating. “Just please don’t make it be 
in front of him.”

“It’s a simple concept, Alice. Either you do as I say or 
you don’t. I won’t remind you again.”

I knew she would strip, that I’d see her body, the one I’d 
known innumerable times, though not not since she’d 
improved on it, not in person. I wanted to see it. It would 
almost be like seeing a new woman’s body for the first 
time. I hated her but I began to grow a hard-on. That’s 
right Richard, you fucker. Why don’t you humiliate her? I’d 
like that. My keepers didn’t seem at all interested in what 
was happening, though. Ho-hum. Another stripping in front 
of the betrayed husband. Their grips never changed.

And she did it. She lowered her head and lifted her arms to 
begin pulling the shift. Up it came, slowly, showing her 
thighs. When it reached her vagina I saw she was naked 
under it, and that she was bare. Smooth, pale skin with 
brownish tips to her labia. No unsightly hair. Her legs 
were smooth. Her body was smooth. She lifted the shift 
higher and I saw a little ring at the top of her slit, 
right where her clitoris was. He hadn’t mentioned that and 
it wasn’t in the jpeg files. Well, it fit the scene, didn’t 
it? There was another in her navel. When she’d lifted the 
silk high enough I could see rings in both nipples. They 
went through the nipples themselves, not through the 
areolas above them. He’d been busy with her. Then her hands 
were over her head and she dropped the shift to the floor. 
She stood with her arms at her sides. Nothing was hidden. 
Her body told me more. There were no welts. There were no 
bruises. What had he done to her? What hadn’t he done? God, 
I wanted to fuck her!

Richard put a hand to her left breast, grabbed it, and 
moved it around in a perfectly proprietary fondle. “Look at 
Henry,” he said.

She raised her head. Her eyes were slits when she looked at 
me, but she’d done it. She’d shown herself to be Richard’s 
toy. Do whatever he wants. Richard’s special little thang.


“Now let’s show him what else you’ve learned, sweet Alice.” 
She turned back toward him. “I need your mouth again and 
you need more of my seed inside you.” She didn’t move. She 
didn’t even breathe. “Get on your knees and unzip me.”

No one else in the room moved, either. To me it was as if 
the earth stood still for the moment. Alice opened her 
mouth a little and began to breathe again, but she didn’t 
say anything. She looked once more toward me, just a 
glance, turned back toward Richard, and dropped to her 
knees. It's stupid, abysmal, but they reminded me of a 
tableau of the virgin Mary, depicted from the side, 
worshipping Jesus as he emerges from the tomb. Oh shit, 
Alice. Can’t you see what he's doing? But it’s a simple 
concept. He says. You do. And he won’t remind you again.


“Very good, Alice.” Richard sounded like an indulgent 
father coaching his child.

She fumbled with his zipper. It took her two or three tries 
to get it all the way down. She stopped for a second before 
reaching inside his pants. His penis came out bent, the 
middle first. The head was tangled in his underwear, but 
then – pop! – there it was, big and fleshy and almost ready 
for action. Once it was completely out and had begun to 
rise up in a curve, she slumped back on her heels and her 
hands fell to her lap. Her breasts were rising and falling, 
her mouth still slightly open. It would be open much 
further in a few minutes. 

I had a raging erection by now. Suck me, you slut! Suck me!

After a few seconds had gone by, Richard put a hand on top 
of Alice’s head. “Show your love, dear.” She took a large 
breath, rose up on her knees, reached out her right hand, 
and grabbed Richard’s penis in the middle. She pulled it 
down toward her face. Only the head was showing past her 
fist. She brought the head to her mouth, took another large 
breath, leaned to it, stuck out her tongue and licked 
entirely around it. She opened her mouth further and took 
the head entirely in, slid it through her lips, sucked, and 
pulled it back out through tight lips. She was staring, it 
seemed, straight into Richard’s fuzz while she worked it.

“Ahh!” said Richard. “You see, Henry? This is what she does 
when she’s really yours.”

Alice pulled his dick to her mouth again. She sucked on it 
like a lollipop for a minute, in and out. Head goes in, 
head goes out. Repeat. Again. Then she took it in deeper 
and started to pump him.

“Not so fast, Alice. Slow yourself down. Savor it.” He drew 
in his breath in a hiss. When he came out of his little 
frisson he looked at me again. “You train them to take 
their time, to see to your full pleasure, to make it slow 
and worthwhile. That’s how she can best be a helpmeet when 
you come home late and tired. I’ve had Alice suck me for an 
hour in the evening, while we watched a film, right Alice?” 
Alice stopped sucking. She didn’t remove the dick but 
nodded through it. She didn’t look at anyone, not even up 
at him. Finally, she pulled Richard’s meat out again, 
licked it, and sucked it back in.

Richard hissed again.

“Now you’re going to be privileged, Henry. You’re going to 
see her do something many women can’t. She’s going to take 
me all the way in and get throat fucked.” Alice paused and 
looked up at him. “Are we ready, dear?”

Oh God, here it comes! The pièce de résistance. But the men 
holding me weren’t affected by this either. Ho-hum. Just 
another blow job in front of the betrayed husband. Do we 
get overtime? I guess they were jaded. I’d like a chance to 
get that jaded with Alice. I wanted to fuck her mouth and 
make her take it.

Alice prepared herself, I guess, never having seen a throat 
fuck done live. She pulled Richard’s erection so it was 
pointing almost down, and she shifted her head and her 
body. Richard said, “Here we go,” and pushed his hips to 
her mouth. Damn! He went a short way and stopped. Alice 
made a retching sound. “Remember, Alice, swallow it like a 
nice, big sausage.” He pushed again and this time continued 
until her mouth was all the way up against his groin. 

“Fuck, Henry!” He was breathing harder. “You don’t know how 
good this is, in so deep and tight. I could asphyxiate her, 
you know.” 

He pulled back out, almost all the way out. I could hear 
Alice make a little sound. It was just a little bark. When 
it was gone I could hear her breathing, fast and deep, and 
her chest was rising and falling. “Round two, Alice.” He 
pushed in again. This time he made it in one smooth thrust. 
Again he held himself in her for a moment before pulling 
out. You can’t know how wonderful it was, my slut wife’s 
jaw open wide, her throat distended just behind her chin, 
her face mashed up against his body. Wonderful. He didn’t 
give her time to catch her breath. Another push. Alice 
slapped at his thigh with one hand. I could see her face 
was changing. She was turning red. Her eyes were wild. He 
slapped her hand away and held himself inside her another 
few seconds, until she began to wriggle. He pulled out 
about half way, just enough that I could hear a phlegmy 
wheeze from Alice, then he went all the way in again. 
Alice's face was red. Her eyes were watering. Her chin was 
becoming covered in saliva. Each time he pulled out there 
was the sound of her wheezing and coughing, bare wet 
breaths, before Richard plunged again. He thrust all the 
way in three, four, five slow plunges, before finally 
pulling all the way out. 

By that time Alice was leaning against Richard's leg, her 
breath rattling in her throat, wiping her mouth on his 
slacks. Her breasts were heaving – such a nice nineteenth 
century phrase. Richard’s dick was completely 21st century, 
standing straight up.

“You’ll have to work on your breath control, dear girl. 
This is nice, but I want to finish for the good audience, 
so come do me right.” 

I didn’t think she could still have it in her. But she 
righted herself and took his dick again and brought it to 
her mouth and sucked. She started jacking him inside her 
mouth, and he began to thrust. “That’s my little girl, 
that’s it!” He was hissing again. “Almost there. Show 
little Henry how good you are. Show it! Now!” At ‘now’ he 
pulled out of her, took his dick in his hand, and shot onto 
her face, one, two, three good splashes before he put it 
back to her mouth so she could finish getting everything. I 
could see come meandering down one of her cheeks.

* * * * * *

It seemed to me that everyone was acting oddly calm. I was 
exploding, full of hate and lust and depression and 
madness, but I couldn’t move. My handlers were all 
business. Armand stood with his hands across his chest, 
looking down at Alice with something like distain. Alice 
herself slumped quietly back on her heels again, still 
catching her breath. She didn’t even wipe her face.

And Richard? He unfastened his pants, put his penis back 
inside, tucked his shirt in nicely, and fastened himself 
back up. All business, as though he were just getting ready 
to exit the executive men’s room.

“Well, there you have it, Henry.” His voice was already 
back to booming. “That’s how a well-trained woman will show 
her devotion. Don’t you agree that’s a big improvement on 
the Alice you used to know?”

Alice cocked her head back to look up at him, as though she 
were surprised. I started to say something, but he cut me 
off. 

“There’s just one more thing, Henry.” Here came the 
beating. No. “I see you’re still infatuated with the sweet 
thing. I can understand why, and I don’t want her to come 
between us. So, in order to let bygones be bygones ... I’m 
giving her back to you as a present. Enjoy her in good 
health.”

Alice’s jaw actually dropped. The room went completely dead 
for a second.

“What!” Alice almost screamed. “What are you saying, 
Richard? Don’t joke like that. It’s not funny!” She tried 
to laugh.

“No joke, Alice. It’s over. You’re going back to Henry.” He 
was completely calm, self-composed, efficient.

“No! You can’t mean it!”

“It’s time, Alice. We had fun.”

“Richard, no! I've done everything for you! Everything!”

“And in return you received more than the standard 9 1/2 
weeks of glorious fantasy. It was a fair exchange.”

“I gave up my whole life for you!” She looked around the 
room with little, jerky movements of her head. She was 
rubbing mucous from her face. “My job. My ... marriage. Richard!”

“Well, those were your choices. Time to go back to the real 
world, dearie.”

“No!” She lunged at him from her knees but he pushed her 
away.

“Armand, will you get a couple of people to take Ms. 
Alice?”

“Richard!” Her voice was shrill, almost hoarse, desperate, 
uncomprehending.

“Give her a change of clothes and see that she gets off the 
grounds with Mr. Henry.”

From nowhere three or four people, men and women, came in 
to take Alice away. They had to grab both her arms, two on 
each side because she was struggling so much. She was 
sobbing, screaming “Richard! No!” over and over. She’d been 
completely blindsided. I hadn’t. I’d had an inkling from 
the moment he made her strip that he was almost finished 
with her. How could she have so deluded herself? Don’t tell 
me. I know. I knew it back then. She was in love, smitten, 
besotted. I wish I’d never realized it. Understanding 
didn’t help then, and it doesn’t help now.

As they started to pull her away Richard told everyone, 
“This is unacceptable decorum! From now on Ms. Alice isn’t 
welcome here.”

“Richard!” I tried to boom up at him.

“Yes?”

“There’s just one other thing. I don’t want her anymore. I 
won’t take her back!”

Richard smiled a large, friendly smile. “And after I’d 
worked so hard to train her! Well, that’s your choice.” He 
turned toward the hall. You could still hear Alice 
struggling and crying. “Armand! Give Ms. Alice a couple of 
thousand and escort her to a hotel. She won’t be going with 
Mr. Henry.” He looked at the larger of the two men still 
holding me. “George, we will have to work on our security. 
And oh yes, once Mr. Henry is off the grounds you can 
return his pistol to him. But Henry. Don’t you ever come 
back or I’ll file a complaint.” 

As they were pulling me away his voice boomed out one last 
time, “No hard feelings!” I don’t know if he meant mine or 
his.

* * * * *

Richard’s game was the kind you’d play if you were a son of 
a bitch, if you planned on burning all your bridges to past 
friendships, if you hated them, or at least held a grudge 
that made you want – being a son of a bitch – to hurt both 
of them as much as possible, individually and as a team. 
How better to do it? Seduce her. Ruin their marriage. Rip 
apart his manhood. Humiliate her and cast her aside. 
Richard managed it beautifully and as a bonus got all the 
pleasures of domination and sex. He’s a loathsome beast, 
but you have to appreciate his creativity. It’s a rare 
gift.

I was done for. That was clear. 

Nothing mattered, not anymore. Nothing, nothing, nothing, 
nothing at all. There were millions of happy people in the 
world, I'm sure, just not here. I lay around the house, 
wouldn't take my calls, didn't eat. I was a man in 
solitary. Why wouldn't they arrive to put me out of my 
misery? Every day was the same. Nothing happened, nothing 
changed, nothing had meaning. I sat in an overstuffed chair 
and listened to the CD of Richard's first call, while I 
went through the sex photos, but mainly I replayed the 
scene of Alice doing Richard. How proficient she was with 
her mouth! It was like a hamster’s wheel in my head, 
spinning around so I saw the same actions and heard the 
same sounds in a never-ending cycle. My wife, acting out a 
pornographic script. I couldn’t get away from it no matter 
what I did, and I did all the traditional things of 
betrayed husbands. I threw things. I punched holes in 
sheetrock. I cried. I took pills, drank until I threw up. 
Even with that I couldn’t sleep and I couldn’t get the 
energy to do anything. Occasionally I had to go to the 
office. There was still business to attend to. At least I 
hadn’t given up my career like Alice. That stupid bitch. 
But I tried to go in mainly at night, when no one else was 
around, and let my office manager handle everything as best 
she could. I took long drives in the desert, in the night 
air.

One day I got another DVD in the mail from Richard. It had 
the whole last scene from his den on it, in the blurry 
black and white of a surveillance video, and he had written 
“Enjoy!” on the jewel case. 

That afternoon I filed for divorce. At least I didn’t have 
to give Alice some easy, no-fault, quickie, Vegas divorce. 
Oh no! I wanted it to be on grounds of infidelity, mental 
cruelty, and abandonment. I filed a civil suit, to get as 
much of her property as possible. The only problem was they 
couldn't locate her, so she couldn’t be served papers right 
away, but my attorney said there weren’t going to be any 
big problems. I had plenty of documentation. He even got me 
a temporary ruling, giving me control over the house. I 
felt better after that, sold the gun and the used cars, 
cleaned up the place. My place. I changed the locks, threw 
out things of hers I didn’t like, trashed her photos, boxed 
up her clothes and sent them to charity, and did everything 
else I could to remove her from my life. This was much 
better. The dreams stopped. I began working regularly. 
Weeks passed. I thought of dating.

Then Alice showed up.


End of Part Three.
