Marsha, my wife of twenty-six years, walked into the kitchen and sat down on the other side of the table from me and said:
"Honey, can we talk?"
"That's an odd question. We have always talked. Since when have you ever had to ask me if we could talk?"
She gave me a nervous smile and said, "This is different."
As I looked across the table at her I was thinking of how we had gotten to this point in our life.
I met Marsha at my sister's eighteenth birthday party. My parents were pretty open minded and regardless of the local liquor laws they had allowed us to have wine with dinner and when I turned eighteen I was allowed to drink beer in the house. They gave the same freedom to my sister Gail and anyone at her party who was eighteen or older. The only provision was that if you had a beer, even just one, you were not allowed to drive so for Gail's party I got to be the designated driver.
I spent most of the night in my room working on a class project for my Production Management class so I never saw Marsha until my mother called me down to take up my chauffer's duties. As soon as I saw Marsha my heart started beating like a jack hammer, I had instant and major wood and from that moment on I could not take my eyes off of her. Gail noticed and said:
"Down boy, down. She is spoken for and he is a big, mean bastard. Besides, Carol would be pissed."
Carol was my steady girlfriend at the time. I got everyone's addresses and arranged them in a route and then loaded six of them in the car. It just happened that Marsha was the last one to be dropped off and when I pulled up in front of her house she leaned over and kissed me, pressed a piece of paper into my hand and said:
After she was out of the car I looked at the piece of paper and saw that it was a phone number with "anytime after 6" written under it. The next day at exactly six I called the number and Marsha answered. Before I could even say hello she said:
"I said after six, not dead on six. You can be here in ten minutes. I'll be ready."
I had a paper that was due in two days, but it — along with the "big, mean bastard of a boyfriend" — were forgotten as I grabbed my keys and ran for my car. I pulled up in front of Marsha's house and before I could even get out of the car to go up to the house to ring the bell she came out the front door and hurried down the walk. She got in the car, kissed me and said:
"Take us somewhere where we can talk."
I pulled away from the curb and before I had even gone a half a block she slid across the seat and was sitting hip to hip against me. I pulled into the Burger Barn and we went inside and grabbed a table. Once seated she reached across the table, took my hand and asked:
"Did you feel it?"
"The spark. I felt a spark the instant I saw you."
"I didn't feel a spark, but I definitely felt something."
"Gail said that you couldn't take your eyes off of me. Is that true?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
"She also said that you had a steady girlfriend."
I kind of looked away from her when she said that and then she squeezed my hand and said:
"Notice that I said "had" and not have." Are we clear on that?"
"That is exactly what I mean."
"But Gail told me that you have a boyfriend."
"Had a boyfriend baby. You need to get those "H" words straight."
That was the start of my love affair with Marsha. Her 'big, mean bastard' of a boyfriend didn't seem to care that he was replaced and Carol — after spitting in my face — told me that she was getting ready to dump me anyway because I was so boring. By the end of the week Marsha and I were taking advantage of any flat surface we could find.
We had been going steady for almost nine months and one night at the dinner table I asked my father for some advice on buying an engagement ring. After dinner Gail pulled me aside and said:
"Don't get pissed at me big brother, but I have a few things to say that you need to hear. Just remember that we are family and are supposed to watch out for each other. Marsha is my friend and while I might love her like a sister she isn't one and you are my brother and family comes first. I hate to be the one telling you this, but Marsha is a slut."
"What do you mean she is a slut?"
"I mean that she is an easy piece. She has round heels. She is a pushover."
"I don't believe you."
"It is true big brother and I know it for a fact."
"You are wrong. You have to be."
"I'm not. I just said that I know it for a fact and I can say that because I've seen her in action. I've seen her pull trains and do threesomes and foursomes. I've seen her take it in every hole she has."
"You stood and watched?"
Gail laughed and said, "Birds of a feather brother mine. I saw it because I was on the bed next to her and doing the same thing."
"I don't believe it. She wouldn't do that to me."
"I don't know that she has done it since you have been going together, but I do know that she was doing it right up to the night of my birthday party even though she had a steady boyfriend and if she was doing it to him she is probably doing it to you."
"But you don't know."
"Of course I don't know. You think she'd let me know since you are my brother? If anything she would hide it from me."
"So what you are doing is telling me not to get an engagement ring."
"No. What I am doing is giving you a heads up so that whatever you decide will be based on all the information available. Is she true to you? If she is will she stay true to you? I have no idea, but what I do know is what she told me at one of the trains we pulled. I asked her why she did it and she told me that she did it because she loved cock and could never get enough."
"Why do you do it?"
"I told you big brother; birds of a feather."
"Yeah brother; me too."
Too much information I thought as I headed up to my room.
I was blown away by the information about Marsha (and Gail too for that matter). That she loved cock I didn't doubt one bit given the way she went after mine, but there was no way that I would ever believe that she was cheating on me. When would she do it? We attended the same college and we saw each other every day and we spent our evenings and weekends together so unless she was doing it in class I could account for all of her time. Gail might be — hell, probably was — right about what Marsha did before me, but the only thing that counted as far as I was concerned was what she did after she started going with me. Still, human nature being human nature, I started keeping a closer eye on Marsha.
Gail's information did have an effect on me though. I held off on the engagement ring. I was two years ahead of Marsha and I was on an ROTC scholarship and that meant that when I graduated I owed Uncle Sam six years of my life; three years on active duty and another three years in the reserve. I would be going off and leaving Marsha behind and based on what Gail had told me there was no way that Marsha was going to wait for me to return. She might wait, but the odds were she wouldn't wait alone.
What was it Gail had said that Marsha told her? She loved cock and could never get enough? Could I come back to her under those circumstances knowing (even if she was waiting) that she had been doing gangbangs and the like? Could we pick up where we left off with me knowing that she was anybody's punchboard while I was away and I would know it because I knew that Gail would make sure that I knew. Or was I borrowing trouble where there was none? Would Marsha stay true? It was something to think about.
But I only got to think about it for three weeks.
It was the week before spring break. I picked Marsha up for our date and she wasn't her usual perky self. She was obviously down in the dumps and it took me a while to work it out of her.
"I have a problem Frankie."
"So tell me and let's see if we can fix it."
"Remember when I told you not to use condoms because I didn't like the feel of them? I told you not to worry because I was on the pill?"
"Yeah, I remember."
"The pill failed Frankie. I'm pregnant."
"I thought the pills couldn't fail."
"Remember when I had the flu? The doctor says that the antibiotics I took negated the pills effectiveness."
"So what are you going to do?"
"What am I going to do? Not what are we going to do?"
"Yes Marsha, what are you going to do? It is your body, your decision. Have it or don't have it. Have it and keep it or have it and give it up for adoption. It is all on you. I don't come into it until you have made your decision."
"And then what?"
"You have to decide if you want to get married or not."
"Oh no Frankie; I will not trap you into marrying me. I'm the one who told you that you didn't need to use condoms."
"So what? I'm still the one who got you pregnant. I hadn't planned on getting married until I got out of the Army, but if you decide to get hitched I'm here for you."
"Do you want to marry me?"
"To be honest Marsha I haven't given it much thought. Let me rephrase. I want to marry you, but I never expected to. Like I said, I didn't plan on getting married until I've served my three years. I didn't spend much time thinking of marrying you because frankly I didn't expect you to be here when I got out."
"Why would you think that? Why wouldn't I be here when you came home?"
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