“Chester, we need to talk. I—I—I haven’t been completely truthful with you,” she said. “I need to tell you some things.”
“Okay,” I said. “I took a seat on the couch while she paced back and forth for some little time before stopping and staring at me.
“Chester, it wasn’t just a few handjobs or blow jobs. I fucked him a lot while you were in prison. Mostly at this little cabin place he has up by the lake. We did it all, and yes it was fun, okay. And, if you want to know I wish you had been there with us. Oh, I know you don’t have any wish to do that kind of thing, but I did—do,” she said. She was wringing her hands. “I’ve fucked up my chance with you haven’t I.” She howled.
“Calm down,” I said. “Anything else?” She looked at me strangely. She clearly expected that I was going to go off on her, but I already knew what was up, at least mostly, so that was not about to happen; she of course, did not know that I knew or what I was thinking.
“Okay? That’s all you’ve got to say?” she said.
“No, I asked if there was anything else you wanted to tell me,” I said.
“Well, he wants me to continue doing him,” she said. Now she couldn’t look me in the eyes. “Chester, God help me, I still want to, but I don’t want to, and I know it makes no damn sense at all. I won’t though, I meant what I said about being faithful to you now, and I swear to you that I will keep my promise.”
I snickered. “Did you tell him you would?” I said. The answer to this would determine how I would play it from here on out.
“No!” she almost screamed. “I told him I would not and not to bother me or us anymore.”
“Okay, then, is that it?” I said. She was actually getting mad that I wasn’t being more emotional—that I wasn’t getting mad.
“Chester! What are you doing?” she demanded.
“Look, Meagan, it’s true confessions time, I guess. I want to get it all out there, so I—we—can deal with it. Okay?” I said.
“Okay,” she squeaked, and began to cry again. “There is something else.
“Chester, I signed a paper to pay him back for the money he loaned me to keep up the house payments. Plus, he got me a job that I haven’t told you about either, to help with the rest of my expenses. There were expenses, Chester. How do you think I was able to eat and buy gas for the car and stuff!” she said. “But, the money I made was too little to pay him back. I haven’t been able to save a dime. Do you understand? I owe him.”
“What job?” I said.
“It doesn’t matter. I quit the day I picked you up at the—prison,” she said.
“I said what job, Meagan?” I said.
She was wringing her hands again. “I was a bar girl. And, before you ask, there was no sex, none, except with him,” she said. “I served drinks and got pinched a lot, but that was all.”
So it was all out there finally. I had a thought. “What about Bertha in all of this,” I said.
“She was always around. I think she has lovers on the side, but I never asked and don’t care,” she said. “But, Chester—are you mad?”
“I’m not happy, but I knew you were lying that day in the car. I didn’t know the details of course, but you are an absolutely terrible liar, Meagan; you really have to give up trying,” I said. She threw herself on me and hugged me nearly to the point of pain.
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