Chapter 5

One week later...

The sharp knock at my front door was quickly followed by the sounds of two people entering my fine and stately residence. Apparently, as it turned out, Sally or Chet (or both of them) had allowed Melissa and Jeff Taliaferro into my lair. Not that I minded, of course, as long as things turned out well. I had just finished pounding Katie’s twat, after all, so I was in a rather good mood, a mellow enhanced by a little Jack and Coke as well as some weed.

I rose to greet the couple, both of them very uneasy and awkward around me. Melissa looked as if she had cried long and hard. Her eyes were moist from tears and I wondered if just perhaps Jeff had railed on his unfaithful wife for letting me breed her. He had apparently very much been conflicted about how to respond to the happy news of his wife’s adulterous pregnancy. I was far less reserved on the issue. To me, it was another feather in my cap, just as was that of Sally’s recent decision (with Chet’s blessing) to make a baby with me herself.

“Welcome to my happy hearth and home! To what do I owe the pleasure of your fine company, my friends?” I greeted them both far more warmly than they seemed to feel about me.

“You might want to sit down for this one. And ... can I have some ... of that weed ... and whiskey? I could really use some pot right now. What about you, dear?” Melissa answered me before turning to her grim and quiet husband.

I noticed their body language, with Jeff not so subtly pulling away from his wayward spouse. She flinched as if struck across the face at the way that her husband recoiled at her touch, clearly indicating that the distance between them caused her a lot of pain. Jeff shook his head and seemed far too eager to depart already, without even a hint of taking advantage of my courtesy and hospitality. Melissa’s face sunk as she swallowed hard and accepted the shot and bong hit that I proffered.

“One down the hatch. Any more to go or are you the driver this time?” I inquired.

Melissa eagerly took the drink from me while Jeff glared at her before calming himself down and changing his mind about the liquor at least. He must have figured that one shot wouldn’t kill anyone and might help him relax. He declined the pot, however, which was noteworthy.

“So, what gives?” I dealt directly with the purpose of their visit.

“What gives is that you two made one helluva mess of my marriage. Damn it, Frank! I know that Melissa is a charming, tempting, very graceful, and very feminine lady, but she’s my wife and you took her from me ... forever! How drunk were you? I’ve heard that you sniff around anything in a skirt, and maybe anything in pants, too, but why MY WIFE? I’m leaving her, and that’s not easy for a Catholic husband to do! Hell, it’s not easy for any man to do with a woman like her, as sweet as honey, but I can’t make it work with her now.

“And before you ask, no I’m not open to any kind of threesome, swinging, swapping, open marriage, hotwife, stag/vixen, or cuckold stuff. Or any bi stuff. I’m straight as a barber’s razor. I’m a devout Roman Catholic, which, despite what our evangelical brethren think, is still a Christian sect, one directly consecrated to God! I believe in the sanctity of marriage and family. Despite my Italian heritage and the related stereotypes, I’m not some ‘Mario’ who likes to cheat and screw around. I’m a faithful husband who expects an equally faithful wife.

“In fact, I now believe, having prayed repeatedly to Christ and His Saints, having spent many hours on my knees in prayer and supplication, that I made a serious misstep in leaving the seminary for Melissa. Yes, I attended seminary when I met her, left it to marry her, chose the sacrament and estate of holy matrimony over that of holy orders. I did so because I fell in love with her and wanted to raise a family with her.

“Well, I’m seeking an annulment from the Church and pursuing the priesthood now, after all. I’m choosing a life of celibacy over continued marriage to an adulterous wife. Since I’m not after remarriage, I doubt that the bishop will object. Especially since I cannot procreate. That is a sign from God, I believe, that the priesthood and the vow of celibacy are the proper recourse for me. In that sense, this might be a blessing in disguise.