Chapter 12: Fight

Friday, Marissa told me during dinner, “I helped Tony buy more artwork today.”

“Oh,” I tried to sound nonplussed, but my heartbeat picked up. “Did you get anything I’d like?”

“Yes, we bought a beautiful sailboat picture for his entertainment room.”

“Oh, did he show you any of his home videos?”

She hesitated for what seemed like minutes. I raised my eyebrow, questioningly. “Well, he showed me some from the night we went out to dinner,” she finally admitted.

“What did you think of it?” I asked warily.

She looked down at her food and casually, too casually I thought, answered, “It was interesting, but movies aren’t my thing.” She took a bite of food, still not looking up.

“And yet, here you are a porn star.” I said a little too sarcastically.

She gave me a sharp glance. I could tell that I’d pissed her off, but right then I didn’t care.

“You were there too,” she replied, visibly upset. “Don’t make it sound as if it was just me.” She shot me a look. “Tony told me that he’d already shown the video to you and you left with a hard-on afterwards.”

I wasn’t ready to let the discussion end without finding out more about today’s shopping trip.” “So, after you and Tony bought furniture, what did you two do afterwards?”

“You mean did I fuck him behind your back?” She charged ahead. “What do you think I am?”

I was a little surprised at her outburst and realized that I had to back off. “No, no. I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to imply anything.”

She appeared to be somewhat mollified. “Tony had a meeting or something to go to, so I came home.”

“Oh good,” I said feeling relieved. But then I thought about the way that she’d answered me, and I began to get suspicious again.

“But you know what I did when I got home?”

“No, what?”

“I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes.” I looked at her kind of weird, but I closed my eyes.

“Ok, you can open your eyes now.” She’d pulled down her jeans and panties into a pile around her feet and the surprise she said was for me was readily apparent. She’d dyed her pubic hair blond. “Well, what do you think? Do you like?”

I immediately thought of my conversation with Tony and couldn’t help but wonder if he’d asked her to do this. She looked at me strangely and I realized that she could tell by the look on my face that I was troubled.

“Don’t you like it? I did it for you. I’ve been waiting for you to get home. I thought you’d like it. You did when I did it last time.” Her sentences were all running together.

But still, I had no proof, only suspicions. “No, I think it’s very sexy.” I smiled.