Chapter 3: The Showdown

Thursday night at home was kind of frosty between me and Gloria, but between the kids and us things were fine. Although Sam kind of thought that things were not all rosy but just couldn’t put a finger on what was wrong. I saw her eyes run back and forth between her mother and me at the supper table, but I thought that everything was just like normal.

Thursday night I again got a normal kiss goodnight and a roll over into sleep from my wife and I actually wore a t-shirt to bed for the first time since we had the winter of hell a couple of years ago.

Friday everything was fine at breakfast but before I went home Friday night I pulled up the camera icon on my laptop and checked our bedroom. Yup, the dumb bitch had taken a shower and was getting dressed to go out in her little black dress with her 5 inch CMF heels and had her hair down and was made up like she was going to a wedding of a close friend. It was tasteful but let everyone know she was available and ready for just about anything.

I was a little late getting home but once I entered the kitchen from the garage walkway I didn’t hear the kids and I saw only one dish on the kitchen table with a note. It read:

Your dinner is in the microwave. The kids at my mother’s and won’t be home till Sunday afternoon. Please clean up after yourself. I’ll be back tonight and we can have a wonderful time in bed. Love Gloria.

I couldn’t believe her. She still wanted to do this, no matter what I had to say. Well, two can play that game. I grabbed an infrequent beer from the fridge and went into the living room to wait for the dumb bitch. A few minutes before seven she came down the stairs carefully as she didn’t wear those heels much anymore.

She saw I was standing at the front door with my arms crossed. She said plain as day. “Now Brad you know I need this for me, not for anyone else, but my date will be here soon, so get out of the way and let me leave in peace.

This is when I noticed that the bag she carried was a little heavier than normal and I defiantly said my piece, “If you go out this door it will be over my dead body!”

“If you insist,” she said as she opened her bag and pulled out the little 25 cal. revolver I had given her ten years ago. She aimed at me just as the doorbell rang. She jumped and pulled the trigger and shot me right in the heart. I had planned this just right, I had a vial of cow’s blood from one of the experiments from one of the other sections and put in my shirt pocket.