I asked, “Are we going out?” with this silly grin.
She stammered a bit then said, “Um, no Michael, I am.” She had this deer in the headlights look. I didn’t understand then she walked into the kitchen and stuffed her cell phone in her purse and as she was about to head out the door to the garage, she turned and handed me a folded piece of paper and said, “Don’t wait up.”
I wasn’t thinking and took a sip of my beer then unfolded the paper and when I saw it was one of those hall passes from all those years ago. I just about shit and ran out to the garage just as the outer door closed on me, only she was already at the street pulling away. I re-opened the door, jumped in my truck but by the time I got to the main street and tried to find her, she was out of sight. I called her phone but it went to voicemail. FUCK!
I went back to the house, slammed down the rest of the beer and filled a tall glass with ice then Jameson and sat down in the living room in solitude. ‘Why now?’ I thought, ‘Why the fuck now?’ I had signed the damn thing. I know I had and yet it hurt like a motherfucker. It was tearing my heart out. I went to the den and fired up my computer and tried the find my phone app but it didn’t show Rose’s phone anywhere. She had turned her phone off. I went up to her underwear drawer and found that pink envelope and my heart sank, there was only one hall pass left. She had already used the other three sometime during our marriage. I went back and sat down in the living room and thought about our marriage and wondered when she might have used those passes. I really wasn’t drinking much, mostly sipping on it and occasionally refilling the ice as the setting sun darkened the house, just as her actions had darkened my marriage.
Tears occasionally poured down my cheeks but I guess I brought this upon myself. For what? For something that I don’t even remember? So, help me, Evie said that we had sex and I don’t remember a thing. Nothing! Then as I sat there in my sorrow, I remembered the wonderful wake-up call that Rose gave me that morning and how much I had cum there was. I had blasted off a ton into her mouth. It dawned on me that if I had fucked Evie five times, there shouldn’t have been that much cum left for me to give Rose, should there? Something didn’t add up. I don’t know, my mind was all jumbled up. I had wanted to give Rose such a special 25th anniversary present then this happens. I stayed there in the living room to wallow in my sorrow as thoughts flew through my brain. Tons and tons of thoughts.
Hearing the garage door open shook my senses and I looked at my Fitbit and realized it was 4:47 AM. Where had the time gone? I was still sitting in the dark, I hadn’t turned on any lights since she left and when Rose came in, she tossed her purse on the island and tiptoed down the hall carrying her shoes and instead of heading upstairs to our room, she headed into the guest room. Her hair was a mess from what I could tell in the shadows and my anger was flaring more and more.
She softly closed the door and after a bit I walked over to it and heard the shower being turned on in the ensuite. I opened the door slowly, thankfully she hadn’t locked it. She had turned on the lamp by the bed and dropped her dress on the corner of the bed. The back of the inside of it was covered in what looked like was a quart of cum, I was about to puke. I got my camera ready took a picture of her cress and the cum then checked the bathroom door. It was locked but those residential bathroom doors only need a pin to open and I keep those pins above each door so I used it to unlock the door and quickly pushed it in, opening the door.
Rose was just about to enter the shower, she had hickeys on her neck, breasts, stomach, thighs and my phone was on video. She screamed, trying to cover up but not brefore I got a good head to toe pan of her befor ducked into the shower. I turned and for some reason, I grabbed the slut’s dress and headed towards my truck. Going through the kitchen, I grabbed my briefcase and her purse on my way out. Let the bitch get by without her credit cards, car keys, and phone until I got home, that is if I came home. I got in my truck and fired it up. This was the time I wished it wasn’t a diesel. I nursed it along until it was warmed up and wasn’t sure where I was going. I got on the freeway but didn’t really have anywhere to go. I couldn’t tell any of my friends about it, she had the hallpass. My cell phone was blowing up with calls from my home phone so I turned it off. I drove nowhere in particular then I looked down and saw I could use some fuel so I pulled into the truckstop.
After filling the truck, the food from the restaurant smelled good. I realized that I hadn’t eaten last night so I figured I might as well get something to eat. There were only two others in the restaurant so I sat at the far end of the counter and the waitress came up, tossed me a menu and said, “Son, I don’t normally say this but you look lower than a snake’s belly. What’s eating you? Come on, you can tell old Jenni.”
I looked at her and said, “You’re not that much older than I am and you probably couldn’t understand my problem.”
She chuckled and said, “Mister, I’m a hell of a lot better than most bartenders or psychiatrists and cheaper too.” She stood there grinning, waiting for me to either order or say something so I finally ordered the big breakfast with gravy on crisp hash browns with sour dough toast with extra butter.
She kept my coffee cup full, asking me to talk. When she brought my breakfast, the other two patrons had left so she came around and sat on the stool next to me and said, “You know, if you get it off your chest, it might not be as bad as you think.”
I swallowed and looked at her saying, “Want to bet?” I asked her to let me finish and I’d tell her so she went around to the tables, filling the salt shakers and napkin holders until I finished my breakfast and I grabbed my plate and put it on the back counter.
Jenni yelled at me, “What are you trying to do, Michael, do my job for me and cut me out of a tip?” Giving me a big smile.
She walked over just as two other waitresses walked in. After taking off her apron, she picked up my coffee and walked over to the closed section, motioning me to follow her. We sat down in a booth and she said, “My shift is over, so we can talk. Ok, spill it, Michael.”
I told her the whole story about what happened 23 years ago to what happened this morning and Rose’s dress filled with cum. Jenni was shaking her head and said, “Michael, if there is as much mess in there as you are saying there is, it was more than one man.”
I said, “Want to see?”
She said, “You got it with you?” I nodded and she pulled me out of the booth. We headed out to my truck and as I pulled it out and she said, “Lordy, Lordy, she’s been playing with a bunch of men last night, that’s for sure.” That wasn’t what I needed to hear. She looked at me and said, “You know Michael, you really should preserve this for evidence. Would you mind if I help you?”