He hadn't taken his picture from its reverent resting place for days now, content with the memory of that night to sustain him. He didn't need that faded photograph to fuel his fantasies any longer… for he had very real memories of the very real thing!
Read had been up for less than an hour and had just finished a variety-pack box of cereal, sloshing it down with some of the previous night's re-perked coffee.
He looked at his watch – nearly an hour before the preacher's kid was due to cut the grass. On an impulse, he took Diane's picture from the drawer, carrying it with him as he went to the bathroom.
He propped it on the back of the toilet and took his fleshy cock in his hand as he stood over the toilet. It was morning-hard and sensitive, but he began to pump its thick length in his right fist, his eyes glued to the photograph.
Only now, there were no years-old memories of a teasing teenage Diane. There were the vivid memories of Diane's adultery to excite him as his old remembrance had done for years.
He masturbated feverishly, his tongue between his teeth and his eyes half-closed as he remembered that night with breath-taking total recall… the smell of her soft naked body… the delicate taste of her pussy as he tongued her until she creamed into his lips… the tight cuntal grip of her married pussy as he fucked her… Mmmm, what memories! What a night!
I'll have to call her soon and get her over here again, he drooled excitedly. She'll do it, I know she will… she'll have to if she wants that jerk husband to keep his job! She'll come crawling back to me again like before… she'll beg and plead but it'll be the same… I'll eat her sweet pussy and fuck her until she can't walk! I've got a lot of years to make up for!
At first, his unconscious refused to admit the irritating intrusion, but after the third grating sound, there was no choice… Goddamn it, that kid's an hour early! he grunted as he stuffed his lust-sore prick back into his shorts. I'll set his ass straight, all right… what a hell of a time to bother me!
He was still in his undershorts when Red arrogantly threw the door open. His eyes widened with a strange mixture of incomprehension and surprise.
"What the…!"
It was like that drawn-out moment before a head-on collision, that instant that one relives forever, if he's lucky enough to survive. Time seems to stand still, instants become an eternity, and you stand helpless in the face of oncoming disaster and pain… but it was no automobile that slammed into his face. It was the revenge hardened fist of Don Willard.
Red would later remember just the horrifying look of vengeance in the younger man's dark eyes, for he never even saw the punch that slammed into his chin from beneath. It was a splendid uppercut, a roundhouse punch that had a hundred and seventy pounds of wrathful husband behind it. And every single pound bounced off Red's chin in a bone-shattering explosion of working man's knuckles against his boss' jaw.
He was standing over him when he came around enough to see.
"You son of a bitch… I'll fix your ass!" Red screamed in pain. Only it sounded more like "Yousnfbic!" as his jaw and chin were swollen to the size of a half-grapefruit.
Don looked down at the disgusting sight of the broken man lying there in his undershorts. His cock was half out of his drawers, like an invalid in some rest home, unable to attend to his own hygiene.
"You won't do a Goddamn thing, Red. You won't even talk about this because you wouldn't want anyone to know I decked your candy-ass with one punch. But just in case you get any stupid notions…" Don knelt down, his face close to Red's, "… I know the whole story of what happened to Diane, everything. And I wouldn't hesitate to go straight to the top… the president of the company if I had to. And Diane would be right beside me. Just think about it, Red, and thank God I didn't kill you instead."
Don cleared his throat hugely and spit on the cowering man's cheek before he stood up. He walked away without looking back, though he could hear Collins' muffled obscenities at his tail as he walked to the car.
He breathed the air a new man, full of excitement and vitality and charged with the thrill of a new job… and a new life with Diane!