Honestly, I didn't know if I should fly into an uncontrollable rage, break down and have a good cry or simply just laugh my ass off! After all, these kinds of things only happen to people in the movies, right? I mean sure, husbands (or in my case, boyfriends) cheat and their wives or girlfriends (that would be me, the latter) sometimes find out, but not like this. It was so melodramatic... It was so... so... Days of Our Lives-ish!
On the other hand, as the saying goes, you can't make this stuff up!
I didn't suspect them for a minute. What was worse, I had almost walked in on them right in the middle of the act! If the paperboy's aim hadn't been just a little bit off. If I hadn't walked into the backyard to get the paper before going inside. If I hadn't heard Tony and Kelly's rather loud love making through our open bedroom window. If things hadn't happened, just the way they happened, instead of the way they usually happened, I would probably be sitting in a dingy jail cell waiting for my lawyer to show up instead of driving around the city aimlessly, trying to make sense of it all.
Gawd! Tony! I thought to myself. Anybody but Kelly Newton! Christ, if you're gonna screw around on me, do it with someone who can at least balance her own checkbook! She was a sexy enough looking package, but Kelly was far from being the sharpest pencil in the drawer! Maybe that was part of her attraction.
I had been driving around for about an hour. It was getting close to dinner time so I hit the drive thru of the first burger seller I saw. I didn't want to go in and be sociable. Not yet anyhow.
After wolfing down my dinner and another hour of driving and I was getting tired and felt I need to stop somewhere. I was in an unfamiliar, but nice looking part of town. A bar came up on my left. Maybe a drink would help settle my jangled nerves.
The cool gloom of the bar was a welcome relief from the bright spring sunshine. The soft mummer of voices was a striking change from the sounds of Tony and Kelly's sex fest. The woman behind the bar, a shapely blonde in her forties, asked me what I wanted. Usually, I prefer wine, but this wasn't a wine night.
"Miller draft, please."
She nodded and quickly poured my beer. The black tank top she wore did little to hide her numerous tattoos. It did even less to keep her boobs under control. I guess she didn't make enough in tips to buy a bra. As she took my money and turned around to get my change from the till, I wondered if the tight black jeans she filled out so nicely, especially for her age, hid any other tattoos. Her blonde hair sported a few natural (and I'm sure, well earned) grey streaks. I hoped I would look that good when I reached her age.
"Never seen you around here." she said as she laid my change on the bar in front of me, "so I think it is only fair that to warn you. This is a lesbian bar."
She smiled at my reaction -- my poker face needs a ton of work. Some subdued chuckling rose and fell from the tables closest to us.
"Really?" A more sophisticated response eluded me.
"Don't worry, kid." she said. "The mid-week crowd is kind of mellow. Nobody will bother you if you don't want to be bothered. If they do, just let me know and I'll take care of it. My name is Donna."
"Thanks, Donna. I'm Claire." I said, "And I really just wanted to get out of the sun and have a beer or two before I go home. Um... I've had a rough day... at the office."
"Sure, kid. No problem." Donna headed off down the bar to tend to her other customers.
About halfway through my beer, I realized that I couldn't go home -- at least not tonight. I wasn't ready to face Tony and the thought of sleeping in the same bed he and Kelly had spent the afternoon fucking each other's brains out in was too depressing to contemplate. I chewed my bottom lip, pulled my cell phone out of my purse and dialed the house. I got our voicemail.
'Tony. Yeah, it's me. Listen. I ran into an old friend from college. We got to talking and just lost track of time. Anyhow, she asked me to spend the night at her place. I'll see you after work tomorrow and tell you all about it", and then with more genuine emotion than I thought I felt, I added, "Love ya!"
"You want another?"
I was startled to see Donna standing in front of me. I wondered how much of what I had said she had heard.
"I... I... was... just."
"Hey, no need to explain to me, kid. Your business is your business." She crossed her arms and paused for a minute, trying to read my face, "However, if you want to talk about it... well... it's a slow night and I've got time."
That was all it took. I gushed out the entire story to her. She seemed genuinely concerned.
"I'll tell you what, kiddo. If you want, you can stay at my place tonight." Donna said.
I tensed up.
"Are you a lesbian?"
"It depends." Donna replied coyly.
"Depends? Depends on what?" I asked.
"Well, it depends on if you ask the guys I've fucked or the girls I've fucked." She smiled and put a fresh beer down in front of me. "This one is on the house."
