Chapter 4

"Lyn, I think you and I have a serious gap in our basic beliefs of what being married means if you think what I saw you doing with Will tonight was nothing serious. It may have been "not that serious" to you but it was as serious as a god dammed heart attack to me. Did you really think I wouldn't mind you dancing in the dark grinding your crotch up against his dick and swapping spit with that smarmy son-of a-bitch? What line of reasoning made you think it was OK for him to stick his tongue down your throat and maul your tits and suck your nipples?" By now I was loosing the control battle again and was lashing out at her in rekindled hurt and anger.

In obvious pain she responded to my grilling "Jim please stop it! I didn't set out with a plan to do something against you and our marriage, I just got carried away for the moment but I kept things under control. It's just that it was hard to stay focused between the drinks and the wanting to go back to being young again if just for a little while. I've told you, there was no sex, there were no plans for sex and no matter what my state of mind there wouldn't have been any sex! I would never have allowed it! Will knows I am happily married with a family and I'm sure he respects that!" Then she just looked at me with tears streaming down her cheeks.

I picked the panties up and held them in front of her "Do you know where I got these?"

She turned her head away and down and whispered "no".

"I took them away from Will; they were in his jacket pocket. I sat and watched you pull your legs up onto the seat in the booth, hike your dress up. Pull them down over your feet and hand them to him. I sat and watched you give him a good long close up look at your pussy. After he took a good long smell of the crotch he stuffed them in his jacket pocket." I answered with the tempo and finality of a teacher instructing a small child. "I really seriously take exception to the things we've talked about up to that point but they pale in comparison to you peeling off your panties and giving them to another man." Oddly I found myself in that zone where my mind said I had all the time and space and power in the world. I had patience, I was calm, and I was in control and whatever happened would be because I willed it to happen. "So Lyn, you want to explain why you gave your panties to your old classmate Will that you weren't going to fuck?" Then I waited.

Eventually she responded just barely above a whisper "because I promised him."

"You promised him? What do you mean you promised him?" I asked incredulously.

Again the nervous twisting of her rings and a quick glance at me "I know you are aware that he called the house a couple of times over the past six weeks. You even answered the phone once. We talked for quit a while each time, frankly I was immensely flattered that he even remembered who I was, much less would take the time to call and ask if I was coming to the reunion. Anyway, our conversation eventually got around to the hayride incident and he reminded me that I still owed him a "trophy". I pointed out that it had been a long time ago, that I was married now and that I didn't think it would be a very appropriate thing to do. He just laughed and said there wasn't a statute of limitations on trophy taking and that we could talk about it at the reunion. He teased me some about not having changed much from the shy girl I was twenty years ago, then he let it go at that. Tonight he brought it up again and wouldn't let it go, he reminded me that the last time we ever saw each other was during the signing of the yearbook and I had promised him the next time we saw each other he could claim his trophy. He accused me of going back on my word and that it was the least I could do after puking all over him on the hayride. We had a bit of a verbal dual back and forth until I finally relented and told him I would give him a pair of my panties for old times sake. Then he started in on having to earn them, that they weren't much of a trophy if all I did was give him a pair of my panties without them really representing something special."

At that point I was sorry that I had let Shithead off so easy in the parking lot and promised myself that if the opportunity presented itself that I would rectify my oversight. "You know what he was after don't you Lyn?"

"Yes"

"Well say it. Say it so there is no misunderstanding between us later on when we're trying to come to grips with this bullshit."

"He was hinting at wanting to have sex with me. But I made it clear that wasn't going to happen!"

"Hinting! Hinting! The son of a bitch wasn't hinting at anything! He was waging an all out campaign to get into your pants and fuck you! Hinting you say! God dam it Lyn, are you really that fucking naive?" I was on the boil again. Just as soon as I got everything back under control she had pushed the right buttons to set me off again.

"No Jim, it wasn't going to happen! I told him no way! I said that if he kept it up I was going to call a taxi and go home and not see him or speak to him ever again. Finally he agreed that if I would give him the panties and (here she flushed a brilliant crimson in embarrassment) and give him a good look at my pussy he would drop it!"

"And so you did what he asked?" I asked shaking my head in wonder.

"Yes, I didn't want to hurt his feelings and after all, I did promise him he could have his trophy. Truthfully, how important are a pair of panties and someone getting a look at my pussy in the grand scheme of things" she answered in a way that made it sound like it was the honorable and logical thing to do. "Jim I gave my word!" Then she sat and looked at me expectantly as if she had just explained everything.

I sat stunned for a moment, unable to believe what I had just heard "Lyn, either you think I am the dumbest bastard in the world or you are the most naïve thirty eight year old woman on the planet!"

"No Jim, I know for a fact that you are far from dumb and I might have been a little slow on the uptake catching on to Wills agenda but I think you are making a mountain out of a molehill! I apologize for letting things get a little out of hand, OK? So let's drop it please."

Finally my exasperation got the better of me and I had listened to all the bullshit I was going to. I leaned forward over the table so we were looking eye to eye "All right Lyn there seems to be something here that is escaping you, so I will spell it out plainly. You have described your actions here tonight as 'not that serious' and that things just got 'a little out of hand'. Well you should have given some thought as to how serious they might be to me because as far as I am concerned you have cheated on me and broken your marriage vows. Getting a divorce isn't something I mentioned lightly so you need to wake up and get real about what is going on here!"

I continued on "I will not share any part of you, mind, body or soul with another man. The things you did here tonight with your old boyfriend are absolutely, without exception, unacceptable and intolerable to me as your husband. And that bullshit about making him a promise you had to keep, well fuck that! You didn't want to hurt his feelings? Fuck his feelings! I don't give a rat's ass about promises you made to him! Our marriage vows negated any promises you ever made to that shithead son of a bitch!" I was on a roll now and there would be no holding back or compromise. I had thought she was all cried out but she had tears forming in her eyes as I continued my assault.

"Jim please, no more."