Chapter 3
Jack
Gwen bitched at me all the way home about my smoking and acting like a heathen during her ten minute prayer before dinner. She made a clucking noise when I told her that she bored me to tears.
It was silent in the car the rest of the way home. A reprieve that I enjoyed immensely. I chuckled when she slammed the door when we got out of the house when we got home. I walked slow to keep her waiting at the door until I opened the door to let us in.
“So tell me Gwen, are we never going to have sex again?” I blurted out as soon as we were in the house. Gwen stopped in her tracks. “How can I give myself to a man who has evil and lurid thoughts?” she gasped.
“In Matthew 15: 19 it says, from out of the heart comes evil thoughts,” she preached at me. “I know what you think about women. I saw how you looked at my sister tonight,” she accused me.
“It also says in the bible that if you even just think of having sex with another woman it is the same as doing it,” Gwen rasped.
“Yeah? And what does it say about a man who wants to fuck his wife but she is a bible spouting frigid bitch?” I yelled. If looks could kill I would now die a thousand deaths as she stared at me in disbelief.
“We will not be having sex EVER,” she shouted. “You are a heathen and you will go to hell if you don’t change your ways,” she yelled angrily. “You know what, Gwen? Fuck you and your extremist rhetoric.
Gwen was sputtering trying to figure out some way to answer what I said. I slammed the door behind me on the way out of the house. “I am so done with this shit,” I growled to myself.
I had no earthly idea where I was going as I pulled out of the driveway in my Chrysler 300 wagon.
I just needed to get away from my miserable wife.
I needed to get away from the condemnation.
I needed to get away from Gwen’s harsh criticisms. Maybe I will go to hell.
But I am going to have one hell of a fun time getting there,” I growl.
I was about half way to Seattle from Bellevue when I got a call from Lauren on the cell. I pushed speaker phone and answered her call.
“Did you really tell Gwen to fuck herself? Did you really call her an extremist?” Lauren chuckled as soon as she had me on the line. “That’s mostly the gist of it,” I answered. “She said you ran out of the house. Where are you going?” Lauren asked.
“I really have no idea where I am going. I just had to get away from her harsh criticism telling me I am going to hell,” I answered. “Right now I am coming across the I-90 bridge. You have any ideas?” I asked.
“Yes Hun, come to my penthouse condo on Madison and 2nd Ave.
After she gave me directions and the code to get into the garage area, she told me that she would be waiting for me on the top floor.
I turned north on I-5 and made my way to the Seneca off ramp.
And made my way south from there on 2nd Ave.
I don’t really know what I was expecting as I rode the elevator up to the rooftop penthouse suite. I guess I was expecting to see Lauren dressed the same as she was when I left her parent’s house 90 minutes ago.
That was not what I found when she opened the door. Lauren is barefoot and wearing the most indecently short pair of jean shorts I have ever seen. She is wearing a white chiffon transparent top that lets you she her grayish bra clearly.
The top is not buttoned up. Just tied in a loose knot below her breasts. The jean shorts have no waistband and is completely unbuttoned in front.
“I’m so happy that you’ve chosen to come to me,” Lauren said as I stepped into her very luxurious condo.
“Wow, whatever you do from home must pay really well,” I joked as I looked around the dwelling.
I did not miss the fact that she has a marvelous view of Elliott Bay. “I do okay,” she purred with a grin.
After Lauren poured us both a tumbler of Makers Mark 46 Bourbon, we sat on her couch and discussed what was happening in my marriage and about how unhappy I am.
“I could make you very happy, Jack…if you’d let me,” she told me while I took a couple of sips of my bourbon. When I sat my drink on the table Lauren leaned over and kissed me again like earlier today. This time the kiss started as a soft tender kiss but quickly turned into an inferno.