Story... Turnabout... 4th part  

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8/7/2005 11:09 am

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Story... Turnabout... 4th part

I was simply thinking of it as a computer. And I’d assumed that the time he spent on it was devoted to work. Silly me. Before taking the class I really hadn’t realized what the Internet age was all about. I’d heard a lot about it, of course, but it hadn’t sunk in. So I thought of my darling husband as being incredibly devoted to his job.

I was so proud of myself. I turned it on and waited for the Desktop to load. And once it did I examined what was there. It felt so good to know what I was looking at.

The first folder that caught my attention was entitled “Pictures”. Oh, how nice, I thought. Maybe he’s got some pictures of me and the kids. So I clicked on it. Three more folders. “New.” “Old.” And, “Friends”. Oh, he’s got some photos of our friends, I thought. I clicked on it. More folders. Women’s names. Not one I recognized. Hmmm. I clicked on “Darlene”.

You’d have to be as obtuse and sheltered as I had been to understand the effect of what I saw next. “Darlene” was naked. Not only was “Darlene” naked but she was displaying everything she had with a big grin on her face. I could practically look up her vagina and see her tonsils. And her breasts were way bigger than mine.

I felt as if Arnold Schwarzenegger had just slammed me in the head with a 4x4. My first reaction was to curl up and whimper. That lasted for about two hours. And then I started to get mad.

“Goddamn motherfucker,” I said. Out loud. For almost the first time in my life. “Goddamn asshole sonofabitch motherfucker.” Hey! This felt kind of good. I sat at the computer. Ranting. And opened every one of those folders. It was all basically the same thing. I was cursing so hard I was getting drops of spit on the screen.

I called Rita and said, “Get your ass over here pronto.” There was a long silence on the other end of the line.

“I’ll be right there,” she said finally.

Her eyes were huge, staring at me, when I opened the door to let her in. I snarled something from between clenched teeth and stomped back down the hall to Bill’s study. I showed her everything. Every cunt. Every tit. Every smiling face.

“I’ve seen her around town,” she said a couple of times.

Both of us recognized Caroline.

I was exhausted by the time we were finished. We both sat there slumped in silence staring at the final photo. “Josie,” in intimate detail.

“Your asshole husband hit on me a couple of weeks ago,” Rita said. “I wasn’t going to tell you. He waited until you were in the bathroom and came slithering out. I shut him down.”

We sat there staring at “Josie’s” spread vulva.

“I don’t know what to do,” I said. After what seemed like hours.

Rita took my hand and gave it a little squeeze.

Finally I shut down the computer and walked with her to the door. I shuffled along like an old woman.

“Are you going to be okay?” She asked.

“Yeah,” I said. I tried to smile but I could see by the look on her face that it wasn’t working. “Yeah,” I said again. “I just need to absorb this shit.” She looked at me with obvious concern. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to shoot myself. I promise.” At last she left.

I walked down the hall and fell into bed. And slept for twelve hours straight.

---to be continued---

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