“Come on, Meagan, I’m starving. I need to eat. It’s been a long day,” I said. She let me lead her out. I paid the bill at the bar on our way out and headed a few doors back up the street to a little ma-and-pa café.
A pasty-faced kid showed up with well worn menus. We ordered. I wanted a cheeseburger and fries in the worst way. Meagan got a chef’s salad. We sipped our iced teas.
“Meagan, I gotta tell yuh, you telling me that you’ve been having sex with that asshole while I’ve been inside got to me. I mean it really got to me,” I said.
“I realize that now,” she said. “I thought that—you know—if I didn’t let him into my pants…” There she’d said it again. I just couldn’t believe that asshole Don would have let it stop there, but for the moment I would go along.
“No, Meagan, he doesn’t get anything of mine—nothing. He’s a user, a bad man,” I said. “Are you mine, Meagan?”
“Of course, Chester. But, he helped me when—you know—you weren’t there, Chester. I would have lost our home. I was desperate. And—and—he was satisfied with—well with less than he wanted,” she said. “I sorta had to do it, Chester.”
I began to see I had a problem: that she’d had a problem. It did indeed look like she tried to be faithful to me, in her fucking fashion. “How much money did he give you to make the rent?” I said.
“He paid it all. Every month, for seventeen months: $900 a month. I don’t know how much that adds up to, Chester. He felt guilty about you going to prison too. He just asked for a little relief every now and then. And, he didn’t really push it,” she said.
“What was wrong with his own wife giving him relief?” I said.
“He says he needs variety, you know, some guys need more than one woman can give,” she said. My look must have cued her.
“Chester, it’s true. Some people do need more than one person to do—be…”
“Say it, Meagan, you meant ‘do it with’,” I said. She squirmed in her seat, but nodded a yes.
“I guess so,” she said finally.
“Meagan what am I going to do with you. Look, this is the final word on this if you want to be with me…” I started.
“You mean you’ll forgive me! You’ll stay with me now,” she said.
“Just shut up and listen. We’re gonna try, Meagan, but I am a one woman man, and if you want me around, you are as of now a one man woman; no negotiation—none. Am I clear?” I said.
“Yes sir,” she said. “Anything, I’ll do anything you say if only you’ll stay, Chester. I need you. I really do, Chester.”
I nodded but slowly. I wasn’t sure she could stave off the inevitable assaults of the bad guys out there. This woman, my woman, was weak. She could be sold a bill of goods by anybody. But, after a year and a half inside; I needed her worse than she needed me. And, I wanted her. I’d take care of Mr. Don Carlton in due time. His ass was going to be mine. ****** We’d stayed the night in the hotel and fucked ourselves into a state of physical disability. God she was hot, or, maybe it was me that was desperate, who the hell knew. And, in the morning we did it again, twice, before packing up and hitting the road.
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