I swallowed, seeing her eyebrows pulled down and her upper lip pulled up with her nose wrinkled. I took a deep shaking breath as I leaned my head down towards her feet. We were at the door with me kneeling in the hall, but I didn’t care. I wrapped my arms around her ankles and rested my head at the tops of her slipper. I had no idea how my eyes weren’t shedding tears at this point, as I laid a kiss on Morgan’s ankle, knowing full well that she’d been having sex with my husband less than three hours ago. But it didn’t matter anymore did it? This was between us and she won. She knew how much I didn’t want to get out of my house and she was right, she got me exactly where she wanted me. The deep breath from above then the lazy sigh confused me further, so I spoke, my lips an inch away from her foot, “What?”
“Nothing…” She pulled her feet from under me and walked to her couch, she turned on her heel then threw herself on top of it looking at me as I still kneeled at her door. “You just took…” she held her hands up like she was carrying something. “Half my fucking fun, and threw it out the window.”
“WHAT the hell are you talking about.”
Her eyes moved up a little, “Hey Miss. Lard.” I turned my head back and saw the passing neighbor, who gave me a weirded-out nod as she walked down the hall. I nodded back.
“Come here and close the door you little fun killer,” Morgan said, and I did. I got up and closed the door then stood in the middle of her living room baffled.
“What do you want Morgan.” I said my tone beyond angry. “Take the fucking asshole, take Mark. Here…” I wrestled the ring out of my finger, then threw it at her watching it settle near her feet. “Take it all…just let me live in my house.”
“I intend to,” She whined like she was being wrongfully accused of a hideous crime. “But this just wasn’t how this was supposed to go that’s all.”
“How what wasn’t supposed to go.” I scorned.
“You weren’t…” She shuffled in her seat seeming to try to find the right words. “Supposed to give up this easily…”
“…I gave you what you fucking want” I shouted. “…I’m fucking humbling myself in front of you, I’m giving you the fucking green light to actually fuck my husband…Isn’t this what you want.”
“I suppose…” She rolled her eyes at me, before she shrugged. “But it feels…unearned somehow,” She grimaced and threw her hands at me. “You wouldn’t get it.”
Damn right I wouldn’t get it you damn retard.
“I guess this is alright to…” She looked at me with a half-satisfied smirk. She crossed one leg over the other.
“Alright…” I said. “So will you…keep it out of my house…please.”
A wide grin made it to her face, as she looked at me, her eyes amused in savoring the moment. “That would be kinda hot wouldn’t it.”
My shoulders slouched again. No. Hot wouldn’t be the word I’d use.
“I honestly don’t know,” she said as she dangled her foot. “What would you do for me to not do it.”
Seeing my chance at trying to sway her I rushed towards her then plummeted to my knees, grabbing her dangling foot tight. “Anything. Anything you want Morgan.”
“Humm.” She tilted her head and pursed her lips. “Like what?”
“I’ll…” I looked around her apartment as she passed the toe of her slipper lightly on my cheek. “I’ll tidy your apartment, any time you like…you call me and I’ll come here to make it spotless.”
“Huh what else.” She snickered.
“I’ll cook for you…you like my food right. I’ll be your unpaid chief.”
“That’s actually tempting, keep going.” She reclined back in her couch and crossed her feet on my left shoulder, and I heard her kick her slippers off. She was obviously enjoying this. My stomach was aching with humiliation but I didn’t care, if there was a chance to stop this sicko from keeping her games out of my house, this was it.
“I’ll do whatever you want Morgan…just name it,” I whined, running out of ideas. “I’ll wait for you here when you get out from work to give you foot rubs. I’ll do anything, I’ll be at your peck and call.” I said, hearing my tone get more and more pathetic and weak.
She nodded calmly, as she straightened herself in her seat. “Put your ring back on.”
“What…” I asked.
“Put your ring on…you’re married remember.”
“Morga—”
She withdrew her feet and launched it at my face…Hard. I tumbled to the ground, looking up at her with terror-filled eyes as I rubbed my cheek.
“Do as I say.”
I sniffled, before grabbing my ring from near her feet. I had no idea what was her intention, but I slipped the ring back on my finger.
“Now come here.” She pointed to the ground impatiently. “Put your head on the floor.”
I gulped while I looked at where she pointed. Knowing that I was about to have my head stepped on, all I could hope was that at the end of this I would be spared. I did as she said. I laid flat on my stomach, with my head between her feet, resting my cheek on the cold floor and eying her ankle. I felt her other foot on my head, her sole planted firmly on my cheek, her toes wiggling in my hair.
“Listen Mrs. Lenoir.”
I gulped at hearing my title. I started to understand her a bit better. Mrs. Lenoir. She was enjoying this. She was fucking Mr. Lenoir, and now she had her foot on top of Mrs. Lenoir’s head.
“You’re gonna do all of that…all of it,” she said, her arch flexing on my cheek, staining it with its sweat. “And you’re gonna do it, while I’m living in your house, fucking your pig of a husband. You’re gonna wait on me hand and foot, every day, and you’re gonna thank me for not throwing your ass out the street, like any other woman should have done. Got it.”
A tear finally escaped the corner of my eye as I sniffled, staring into her other foot that rested on the ground near my face, as the other one smothered my cheek harder. “Yes.” I felt every wrinkle of her sole on my cheek, as she kept still, using me as her footstool while I cried beneath her.
I slammed my car door shut and ran inside my house. I only made it to the living room before I threw myself face-first on my couch and screamed into the billow. The bitch had told me to return home and enjoy my last day of me being the woman of my own house. On the road here, I made an impulsive stop at one of the local restaurants. Reaching the end of the line, I thought that I could at least try to live that life that I was so afraid of. But as soon as I laid eyes on the waitress, and the customer giving her an earful about something, as soon as I looked at her while she stood there and took it with her eyes to the ground like a child being schooled, I knew full well I couldn’t do it. She was probably going to get blistered by her boss as well today. She took the schooling with a shut mouth, apologized then continued her work. I would’ve cried on the spot if I were her.
Kneeling on my floor now with my face buried in my couch, I tried to think of a single positive thing about this arrangement. I quickly found none, other than the fact that…it could be an upside that It was Morgan who was doing all of this to me, and no one else. I mean, if my dignity had to be trampled on by some woman, I thought it might as well be my ex-best friend right, better than some random woman to come here and ruin my life. For some reason, the fact that it was Morgan, still gave me a sense of safety, however slight.