When she got to the faculty room, no one had missed her, thank God, even though it was only a few minutes until the lunch bell rang. Nothing ever seemed to happen to anyone else, she reflected. Why is it now happening to me, she wondered.
She hardly tasted lunch that day, sort of force feeding herself to avoid getting cramps later on. How could she have made herself keep on watching that disgusting spectacle? She had always tried to believe that there were higher, finer things in life than acting like animals, yet when confronted with the choice – and all she would have had to have done is turn away – she had given in to the primitive instincts.
"What's the matter, Linda?" asked Dan Jencks. "Cat got your tongue or something?"
"Oh nothing, Dan. I just have had a rough day so far and I've got three more periods to go. I'm just feeling sorry for myself, which is pretty silly."
"Oh, we all get like that, sweetheart. You wouldn't be human if you didn't."
"Thanks, Dan. I guess I just kind of feel a little weird today."
"Wanna talk about it?"
"Well, you know how you sometimes don't do something that you should have done, right? Well, I should have been a little nicer to my husband, Steve, and I wasn't this morning," she said. It was as if by saying the words out loud, she was revealing the truth of her statement to herself. Maybe that was why she'd been looking for so long at that silly window, as if she'd somehow began trying to make up for the lack of affection she'd shown him this morning…
"So what this means, I guess, is that I've been a little off today as a result. I guess you could say that I'm just feeling a little bit guilty, Dan."
"You must really love your husband, Linda," said Dan with a chuckle.
"I do."
"You probably frustrate the hell out of Jack O'Neill," he now whispered.
"Well," said Linda, trying to act coy and not give away anything. "He does seem like a bit of a dirty old man, I suppose I could say."
"Did he do any thing to you? If he did, I'll get his ass in a giant sling."
"Oh, no," said Linda confidently. "I've got him under control. I love my husband so much that I don't really care about what other men do. Matter of fact, I get a big bang just out of doing things like going to the football game tonight and doing the chaperoning and ticket taking. We just get a big charge out of each other, no matter what we're doing," said Linda, realizing that she felt much better all of a sudden. Somehow, that weird scene in the classroom didn't really seem to be bothering her anymore.
"Well, I'm very happy for you Linda. Listen," he said, getting up, "I'll probably see you at the game tonight, so be sure and introduce me to Steve, if it's not too inconvenient for you."
"Sure thing." And Linda did feel better for the rest of the day. She was now lecturing about the Dark Ages and Early Middle Ages, a topic fairly dear to her heart. "What emerged from the chaos of the barbarian and the ensuing break-down of long-time social organizations was a strong desire for order and solidarity in every day life. For this reason, the picture that you have of the Middle Ages as a very stable period of time with few disruptions except for religious ones, is very accurate. The stability lent itself to the purposes of the Catholic Church during those times."
She could tell that what she said was boring the daylights out of most everyone in the class, but it didn't matter to her. Just keep on hammering away and maybe some of it will stay in those little featherbrains, she thought, in between the teasing, especially those girls who showed up to school in tight jeans or even spandex pants and the inevitable string bikini panties. They looked like hookers, she thought, except for their faces not having enough makeup. No wonder some of the boys didn't seem to know quite what to make of them. She had become adept at spotting the bulges within people's pants as a way of gauging whether he would be capable of answering her question in front of the class.
She was glad that Pam and Gary had apparently cleaned up their mess in the classroom, except for a grayish round blot on the acoustical tile ceiling. She had also more or less ceased to be tormented by the idea of having watched them paw at each other, having told herself now that it was pure curiosity over an obviously bizarre situation that had kept her interest for that long.
There was a faculty meeting after school that day which kept her there much longer than she'd expected. She kept calling home once 4:30 p.m. rolled around, but apparently Steve had not gotten home yet. Several speakers went on and on about the need for the Marley High School faculty to bargain collectively to avoid the inevitable staff cutbacks that would come as soon as the district administration could find an excuse for implementing them.
Linda tried to be interested, since she was years away from getting tenure, which would have given her security of employment. But her mind kept drifting off to Steve and how much he wanted to tell him – in her own special way – how much she loved him. God, he was such a fox! She never really told that to him, because it sounded so gross, but she often thought it, as sort of an excursion into feeling guilty and sinful. Then she assured herself it was perfectly harmless.
As soon as the meeting was over, she dashed home in her car, looking forward to knocking down a drink or two with him before they'd leave for the football game. She'd get him in the mood tonight… she'd go without wearing any underwear tonight and then tell him about it during the middle of the game and watch him kind of squirm. She'd blow in his ear a couple of times, which just drove him out of his mind.
But he wasn't home when she got there. He had left a short note on the note pad. "Honey – I had to go see a client. It's sort of an emergency. I'll meet you at the game. Love, Steve."
Linda smiled over this. He was so nice, and she wanted nothing more than to tell him that right now. Where in the world could he be? Then an inspiration hit her that seemed like a flash of genius.
She looked very closely at the note pad that Steve had used and noticed that there seemed to have a few numbers on it, like a telephone number, just as she'd thought might happen. How could she make it out, she wondered. Maybe if I darken the area around the numbers so they stand out a little bit…
She got a pencil and stroked the lead very lightly over the indentations the numbers had made in the paper. And in a few moments, the numbers appeared, white against the now gray background. It was 578-6439. Interesting, she thought. I think that's a local call.
Well, Steve certainly won't mind my calling him just to say that I love him. I wonder who might pick up the phone, she thought as she dialed. It rang five times and Linda was about to hang up when it finally got picked up, although she had to wait a few more seconds before the voice finally came onto the line.
"Hello," said a familiar voice. For a second, Linda didn't know who this was, then it hit her. It was Rosemary O'Neill on the line.
"Hello. Who is this?" said Rosemary, sounding very annoyed. Linda came to her senses and quickly slammed down the receiver, too stunned to have any idea what to do about the notion that her husband was apparently making love to Rosemary O'Neill, that horrible vampire of a woman.
Linda sat silently for the next several minutes and prayed that no one would call back from the O'Neill house. It was too much to take, just the idea of her husband being unfaithful, without having to confront the principals in this sordid little drama.
She finally got up and poured herself a strong drink – whiskey straight. All right, what do I do now, she asked herself after tossing that down in a gulp. So she had another drink.
Good God. The very idea of Steve having an affair was awful, but to be doing it with Rosemary O'Neill, that animalistic bitch, turned Linda's soul to ice. She had another drink and then sat down.
Linda was a fairly optimistic person and even in the darkest kinds of situations, this optimism eventually worked its way through to the surface. So she finally realized, after thinking back on just how much Steve turned her on, that it could be that Steve was over at Rosemary's house strictly on business. Maybe Rosemary knew something about microcomputers that Steve needed to know.
So how would she find out? Well, maybe if she just drove by Rosemary's house and checked to see if there were any lights on in the living room. Yeah. If the lights were on, they'd probably just be talking. But if the lights were off, then she'd know…
She changed her clothes in a flash to make sure she'd be warm enough for the football game. Then she drank some instant coffee to be sure that she'd be able to drive without getting arrested.
She really wanted with all her soul for Steve not to be doing anything besides having a chat with Rosemary. The very idea of him doing anything else with that horrible creature made her cringe. So she squealed with delight when she arrived at the O'Neill house a few minutes later and saw that the living room light was very much on. Steve's car was out front, so it wasn't as if he'd gone to any elaborate precautions to conceal his visit to Rosemary.
Well, she thought with a sigh of contentment as she stopped the car, I feel much better. Yet she knew she was only fooling herself.
OK, so I think that he is inside that house doing you-know-what with you-know-who. What am I going to do about it? Christ, I wish I'd brought along some more whiskey or something like that. Well, she finally thought after a few minutes of contemplation, there's only one sure way to find this out. Do I want to believe Steve will tell me the truth?
No way, a voice screamed inside her head. Go for it, the same voice jelled. You'll never find out any other way. You know you want to.
So she opened the car door inch by inch so it wouldn't squeak and slipped out of the car. She padded up the sidewalk and on to the front lawn with a feline grace and agility, and the same sort of cold blooded purpose that a cat might have in stalking a prey. Curiosity and an icy hatred of Rosemary O'Neill throbbed in her mind. She had already decided that if Steve was doing something with Rosemary, she'd somehow find a way to forgive him, as if he could not have helped himself. She knew that Rosemary could probably get anything she wanted from anyone because she would stop at nothing to get it. She had seen that in her eyes – cold and reptilian.
Now she was almost to the window of the living room and still she saw nothing. A wave of relief crashed over her. Thank God, her heart sang. But her curiosity made her take the few final steps she needed to reach the living room window. And now, she stopped walking.
Steve and Rosemary were rolling on the floor, pawing frantically at each other. Both still had their clothes on, but Rosemary's breasts bobbed out now from above her tube top, so tight it looked painted onto her succulent torso. Steve's muscular arms stretched around Rosemary's delicate features, his lips parting slightly to receive her tongue, which plunged forcefully into his mouth, while tearing off her tube top and allowing her heavily ripened breasts to sway like fruit ready to be plucked. Steve's hands roamed unceasingly up and down her back, now paying special attention to the round, protruding globes of her pliantly soft and smooth buttocks as he cupped them, then pinched and massaged them. Linda could see her hard firm loins, still encased in a pair of jeans that looked like a second skin, undulate counteringly as she began to slide the center of her womanhood up and down Steve's meaty thighs.
Linda stood like someone transfixed by the devil himself. It had been enough of a blow to watch Pam and Gary go alter each other inside her classroom today, but to see her husband doing the same thing with this horrible woman made her sick with rage, with hatred and with repulsion. She'd kill Rosemary if she got half the chance.
But still she could not move. Perhaps it was hearing the moans of satisfaction that now escaped from Steve's lips. "Oh, baby, God, yes do that again… oh my… she never made me feel like this!" he groaned, then shuddered as Rosemary began massaging his raging rock-hard manliness, which was now protruding out of the top of his pants. Now Rosemary jerked down his pants in an instant and began licking the purple-veined shaft, with her hands caressing his hairy, sperm-laden balls. Now she shucked off her pants, peeling them off her tantalizing hips and thighs, and feverishly began rubbing, as Steve flexed his hips, the thick base of his steam-heated cock on the throbbing vibrant shaft of her fully awakened clitoris, which was by now swimming in a mass of wet fleecy curls, with love juice now starting to drip down her thighs and onto the thick textured carpeting.
Linda could see all of this because her gaze was riveted on Steve's pulsating meatiness and bloated testicles. She had never, ever seen them reach the size they had now, with his blood engorged member now a throbbing nine inches, easily two inches longer than what she had remembered, and his swollen eggs appearing the size of tennis balls. His skin gleamed with sweat.
"Come on baby! Go, go go, stick it in me! Give it to me! My cunt wants that cock so bad!!" Rosemary now screamed. Like lightning, Steve sank the full length of his lust-thickened shaft into her soft cleft that gaped invitingly between her legs. "God, baby, oh yes, that's it… now fuck me hard… yes, harder, harder, harder!" she moaned.
Steve's mouth opened and closed in speechless, incoherent babblings, his eyes trying to focus on this lust-driven women who moved her swollen pussy as if her very life depended on it, bucking under him like a wild horse, pistoning his skewering thickness into the clinging hot mouth of her sopping wet cunt. Steve now began slamming home his turgid stiffness all the way, with his hairy balls slapping hard against her cheeky buttocks. The force of her cunt-plumbed thrusts flattened her ass as she mewled, moaned, purred and gurgled in her throat, savoring the delicious pain.
To Linda, standing about the same 20-foot distance she had earlier in the day when she watched Pam and Gary, Steve looked as if be would spend the rest of his life exploring every luscious inch of Rosemary O'Neill. He was paying rapt attention to her firm breasts, cupping the soft, warm melons as they stood enticingly up from her chest. And still, he plunged into her like a shark going after a gallon of blood.
For Rosemary, Linda thought, someone was finally giving her enough. Though she bucked like a bronco charging out of the gate, the expression on her face told anyone who might have looked, that the overpowering propulsion she now sensed being hammered into her had finally left her satiated, almost as if a Saturn V rocket had been driven full speed into her crying, dripping cunt.
And now she came, gushing along with Steve as they strained against each other, their fingernails tearing at each other's backs and leaving long red scratch marks that were felt only as monuments to ecstasy. They bored deep and hard into each other, tilting their hips upward and upward for the maximum penetration. And they both screamed, the sound rattling off the window with the force of the unearthly banshee shrieks.
They continued pumping maniacally for what seemed like hours, but Linda could sense the energy slipping out of it as the exertion of letting what seemed like their very souls flow into each other finally began to tell on Rosemary and Steve.
Linda crept back to her car as quickly and quietly as she could. She felt shattered. She felt numb. She felt as if she could have shot Rosemary right on the spot, just as she was coming – yes, that would serve that hustling little slut right – right through the glass of the living room window, had she happened to have a gun, even though she had never fired one.
Taking care of leave quietly, Linda wheeled her auto into the street again, trying to keep from sobbing as hot tears rolled down her cheeks and she headed toward the high school football stadium.
"Oh God, how I wish I was back in Ohio!" she cried. Now the tears came out in torrents as the shame and humiliation of seeing her husband abandon himself to this evil witch, Rosemary O'Neill, overcame her.
When she reached the Marley High School parking lot, she sobbed quietly for about 15 minutes and then stopped suddenly. She was unsure why for a few seconds, then realized that it was because of an odd feeling coming over her. She felt, at least in one small corner of her, a growing sense of pride at having a husband like Steve, who could make probably any woman in the world want to ravish him. And damn it, she was going to make sure that she remained his woman instead of that person being Rosemary O'Neill.