Chapter 5: That Night...
Ina lay awake in bed, her husband snoring softly next to her. She couldn't sleep. How could she? She had done something today that she never thought she was capable off.
Jack hadn't really resisted her. Well, he did a little at first. Even acted shocked that she would try something so forward. In the end, though, he had given in.
The actual act was rushed and frenzied, like two teenagers in the back of a car up on some lovers' lane, and Jack had all the skill and style of a jack hammer.
The carnal act wasn't the thrill. The thrill was the conquest. Jack and his shrew of a wife had always seemed so perfectly matched. Linda the Shrew and Jack the Loyal Lap Dog.
Ha, she thought. Not that loyal. Not anymore at least. Not after she had gotten to him.
As Ina finally started to drift off to sleep, a plan began to form in her mind.
Chapter 6: Jack's Night
Jack sat in front of his TV, his eyes focused on the images flickering on the screen, but his mind was elsewhere. He still couldn't wrap his head around what had happened earlier that day. He still couldn't believe he had allowed himself to...
He pushed the thoughts from his mind. He couldn't stand to remember what he had done. Linda had noticed that something was wrong. She didn't say anything. Well, she never says anything, but he knows that look. The look that feels like it is reaching right into your soul. As if her eyes had the power of God himself to see your every sin.
They hadn't talked much through dinner, but that wasn't anything different. Linda wasn't much for idle chit chat. Neither was Jack for that matter. Not usually. Still, a tension seemed to hang in the air between them.
Jack turned off the TV and sat in his living room, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Chapter 7: Jack's Night Part 2
Why had he done it? Why had he given in to temptation? He and Linda had never really been much of a couple when it came to the bedroom.
When they had first gotten married he and Linda had had a pretty normal sex life. Warm even. Caring. Then one day it just stopped.
"We should remain pure," she would say every time he had tried to make an advance. "It is a sin if not in the commission of creating a child."
He would always argue that they were married, and that there was no sin in them showing physical affection, but she would just turn away.
Chapter 8: Jack's Night Cap
It had been... what? Years since they had last slept together. Then today, out of nowhere, Ida showed up. The way she looked at him, the way she talked to him. She had wanted him. Not as a friend, or a companion. She had wanted him as a man, and that had meant something to him.
When she had made the first move, he had been powerless to his sudden want to feel physical contact with another human being.
Jack could feel the pain in his stomach growing, the knot tightening as he recalled the events from that afternoon.
He needed something to help him calm down. He needed to forget that it had ever happened.
Jack got up and headed towards the ice box. His wife had always hidden a bottle of vodka in there. He had never touched the stuff, not since he was a teenager at least, but he knew Linda, in all her righteous glory, snuck a few nips here and there.
He poured himself a glass, and felt the chilled, bitter liquid rush down his throat.
Why did I ever stop drinking? He thought to himself as he poured a double.
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