“Would he lie to me?”
The insidious thought crossed her mind, lingered, before she recalled “he” had been gone for several months, in fact five months, and she was now free.
It might have been a great passion, the kind of encounter that leaves one bruised, ecstatic, changed, all at once, but she was glad now that it was over.
Still: was he lying, cheating, pretending?
Did it matter, as now her mind turned to this unquestionable fact: “he” was now but one of the old flames?
Image: Félix Vallotton (1865-1925) – La haine (1908)
I present a situation and you tell me how you react.
#1 Situation #1- You come home hungry, earlier than communicated and find your husband “eating” a young and hot blonde on the table in the kitchen with a glass of wine in his hand.
…shoot ( think you are the loyal and beautiful wife)
You have not heard me, neither has she, you two are too busy… Oh! those thighs open to you, that stupid look on her face – all pretence I am sure. But I won’t have it, you ploughing her, in our house, drinking our wine! Desecrating that table where we had so much fun, together, not that long ago!
I know where your gun is, in our bedside table, carefully boxed. Silently I walk there and find the beautiful Heckler & Koch, fully loaded – you’re such a cautious and, until today, predictable man, my love. I shall miss you, a bit.
Back in the kitchen she pretends to be coming: perfect timing. I lift the security, a gorgeous sound that probably intrigues you. I shoot her first, in the lower belly, so that she enjoys for a bit longer, the 9mm bullett makes a nice splash. Then as you turn round incredulously, attempting to move, I shoot you twice in the balls, restoring order, as it were. You are both a bloody mess.
There is no fury…