Chapter 7
David didn’t understand why he was the only one in jail. Elaine had beat on him as well. Of course, he’d not been put in the hospital, but that didn’t seem fair to him. He didn’t much care for being in jail at all. It was going to mess up his chances of keeping his job.
He didn’t care for being a principal at an elementary school. He didn’t want to have to work at all, but there wasn’t any way that he could afford his new house and his wife if he didn’t work. She told him that she was going to be a stay-at-home mom, and that was final.
He wouldn’t mind that job at all. Just hanging around the house all day doing nothing was something that he could get into.
His wife told him that it wasn’t as easy as he thought it was, but he knew better.
She barely had to do anything all day but take care of their kids, and that wasn’t all that hard.
They never bothered him when he got home from work.
Elaine would have made a near-perfect mistress.
She was a bit mouthy, but he could take care of that.
A few hits to the mouth and she’d quit that stuff right now.
He thought about the fact that she’d hit him back and wondered if that was going to be a habit with her.
He didn’t care for his mistress being mean to him. That shit just wasn’t right.
He’d never had one before, a mistress. He’d read about them in all kinds of stories.
The man would be pampered and catered to when he was with her, and he’d be a better husband to his wife.
Of course, he thought he was god to his wife now.
Never telling her how to do her job at home.
All he expected was for dinner to be on the table when he was ready for it and to keep the house neat.
Since it was forever neat anyway, he just figured that she’d be able to skip over that part of being pissed off at her and let her slide.
For all he knew, she had someone come in and clean up after them.
She was to be able to do the bills, too.
David didn’t want to mess with bills when he wanted to relax when he got home from work.
He knew that he made good money. There seemed to be enough for them to take a vacation every year.
A nice one, too, where all he had to do was show up and have a good time.
Again, she more than likely got someone to do that for them.
He thought his wife was lazy as fuck and didn’t understand when she harped on him about doing more around the house.
He paid for it and all the food. The least she could do was mow the lawn when it was time and take out the trash can.
He did bring it back up to the house when he was outside.
What more did she want from him? Everything apparently.
Wondering how he could get his wife to pay for an apartment for his mistress—he loved the sound of that when he thought about it—without her pitching a bitch about spending money that they didn’t have.
She’d just have to make it work out, that was all, and when she did, he didn’t want to hear about it again. He’d have to lay down the law.
Hitting his wife had never been anything that he did.
He was tempted at times, just to pop her in the mouth when she started feeling like she was being taken advantage of.
He didn’t understand where that was coming from.
He took care of her needs when he was in the mood.
Here of late, he’d not been in the mood; he wanted Elaine.
She was going to be his mistress as soon as he got her to take back this having him arrested and put in jail.
It wasn’t a good beginning for them when she’d done something like this to him.
David knew nothing about having affairs.
He’d been afraid of his wife finding out.
Well, now that she’d left him high and dry, he was willing to forget about what Elaine had done to him for a little extra pussy.
He giggled when he thought of that word.
It was one of the words he’d never allowed to be said in his life.
That, nor the word fuck, except for the day that he’d taught Elaine a lesson.
Sitting on the side of his cot, he had to wonder who had taught whom a lesson.
When she’d slammed his head into the car door, he’d been sure she was trying to kill him.
He certainly had enough of a headache from what she’d done to him.
And for what reason? He’d only been trying to teach her a lesson in going out with someone when he had not given her permission.
That was one of the things that he’d read about mistresses, they weren’t supposed to do shit without the man’s permission.
Pretty on his arm when he had to go to functions was one of the things they were used for.
Of course, something fresh to fuck, he giggled again.
Elaine wasn’t doing anything that she was supposed to do with him, and he wondered if he needed to make her a list of things she was allowed to do and not do.
Right at the top of the list would be beating him back.
That was for the birds, and it hurt too.
There was never any mention of him being hurt by his mistress in any book that he’d ever read. And he’d read up on it a great deal.
“She is going to have to be nicer to me.” He didn’t like talking to himself, but since he was all alone and there wasn’t anyone in the cells next to him, he could talk as much as he wanted.
His head hurt too much to be thinking all the time, and that was her fault, too.
“Did I make a mistake in thinking she’d make a good mistress? ”
He didn’t want to believe that. She was beautiful and smart.
Someone with whom he could hold a conversation sometimes when he wanted to talk.
He knew that she’d been in the service, which might account for her being able to get in a few blows of her own when he’d been trying to teach her a lesson.
He was going to have to tell her not to use that stuff on him again.
It was too painful and wasn’t fair that she knew more about beating people up than he did.
David was going to knock that right out of her head and soon.
He actually thought it would be nice to have someone that he could knock around when he was having a bad day.
Just a few jabs to the face and he’d be in a better mood.
Not, however, if she was going to be hitting him back all the time.
As he’d said, it wasn’t fair that she knew more about how to do moves than he did.
“You have a visitor. Did you want to see him here or in one of the rooms?” He said he could see him here; he was comfortable.
“Well, just so you know, we record your cell too. So you’d better not say anything that might get you into trouble with the law.
Mr. Erickson insisted on your knowing that right up front. ”
“You can’t record me unless I say it’s all right.” He told him that it was one of the rules he was told about when he was brought in. “I don’t care. I don’t want anyone recording me when I’m having a—who is this person anyway? Why did he want to see me?”
“You knocked around his wife.” After the man left him, he was still pondering who he’d knocked around that was someone’s wife.
The only person that he could remember in all his life was Elaine, and she had not been married.
He knew that for a fact; it was on her application.
When the man came down the hall, he had a chair with him, and David wished that he had one.
Sitting on his cot wasn’t all that comfortable, nor did he like sleeping in the bed either.
He wanted a nice desk, too, so that he could write up things when he thought of them.
Thinking without notes had never been his strong point, and he wasn’t sure how some people thought on their feet when he’d heard that odd saying.
“David.” He said his name was Mr. Sheen. “You’re in no position to tell me what I can call you or not. So I’ll call you by your first name because it annoys you so much. I’m here to talk to you about Elaine. She and I are going to be married soon, and I wanted you to be the first to know.”
“That’s not possible. Not only that, but as my mistress, she won’t be able to stay with you when I have her locked up in an apartment that I’m paying for.
” He asked him if he’d really lock her up.
“Yes. She’s not shown herself to be all that trustworthy when she’s out and about.
Dating you is just one example of how she’s not playing fair when I’m going to be footing the bills for her.
Of course, she’ll have to be the one doing the bills. I don’t want to be bothered with that.”
“So you think she’s going to want to be your mistress after you beat her to snot?
I doubt there is anyone who would agree to be your anything after the way you treated Elaine.
She certainly isn’t going to be willing.
” He said that he’d have to pop her around a bit to get her to agree.
“Pop her around a bit? The last time you did that, you nearly killed her. I heard that she got in a couple of good hits herself. Are you still pissing blood?”
“No, the doctor said that she’d damaged my kidney a bit when she kicked me.
I won’t allow her to do that again. She fights dirty.
” He nodded but didn’t say anything else.
“Why are you here other than to lie to me about having her as your wife? I’m going to keep her well as my mistress, and there will be no time for her to be married to you.
You’ll just have to take it back if you’ve asked her already. ”