This is a continuation of "February Sucks, But You'll Miss It", which was a takeoff from "February Sucks". To understand it, please read those, especially George Anderson's original which can be found here:
https://www.literotica.com/s/february-sucks
I appreciated the comments on my first effort, even those who didn't like it. Some readers asked for more, so I decided to give it a shot. No explicit sex or violence. There may be more installments, but I work slowly so it could take a while.
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LATER THAT DAY (March 1)
Linda looked with disgust at the big stain in the middle of the duvet. The bitch had left a round puddle the size of a salad plate -- a substrate of pussy juice with streaks of god-knows-what on top. The smell made her gag. She fought back the mental image of a similar mess she had made on Marc LaVallierre's bed. There was no comparison, obviously. Linda wasn't a whore.
She had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt and rubber gloves for house cleaning. Her hair was tied back in a ponytail. The bedroom window was wide open, letting in chill winter air so the furnace was running full blast. The gas bill might go up, but she had to get the whorehouse smell out of her bedroom. Fortunately, Mrs. Potter had agreed to keep the kids until dinnertime.
Linda made a decision. The duvet was old and it would have to go, along with the soiled throw blanket on top of it. She pulled them both off the bed along with the ruined lingerie and dropped them on the floor. The sheets looked unused, but she would still wash them with bleach. The goose down pillows were too expensive to toss, and would require special cleaning. At least Jim and his slut had been in too much of a hurry to actually get under the covers and ruin the sheets and the mattress.
She gathered up the duvet and the blanket and lingerie and carried them down the stairs. Jim was snoring loudly on the living room sofa as she passed him. He was useless when it came to household chores. She was crossing the driveway with her arms full when her shoe slipped on a patch of ice and went out from under her. She landed on her butt, shouting "Oh, goddammit!" What else could go wrong? She got up slowly. Her right hip hurt but nothing seemed to be broken. Her pussy hurt too, but that wasn't from the fall. She picked up the bundle and walked carefully to the dumpster and threw the bedding in.
"You all right there, Linda?" The old lady next door was outside on her front step.
Linda put on a fake smile. "I'm fine, Mrs. Kotz, just a little slip."
"I saw you come in awhile ago. Were you out partying?"
"It was just a girls' night out with some friends."
"I'm sure you had a nice time with your friends, dear." Mrs. Kotz went back inside, smirking. The old bag must suspect something, Linda thought. Seeing me come home alone in a party dress. Oh well, who cares what she thinks.
Back in the house, Jim was still dead to the world. Linda went upstairs to clean the bathroom. She scrubbed the shower tiles with Lysol spray. There were a few long, platinum blonde hairs stuck in the drain. Using a pair of tweezers, she picked the hairs out and tossed them in the trash. Then she noticed another cigarette butt and three used condoms in the wastebasket. The condoms were wet, with reservoir tips full of cum. Her stomach churned and she lurched over to the toilet on her knees to throw up into the bowl. It was then she noticed a couple of platinum pubic hairs on the porcelain just inches from her face. She heaved again.
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After finishing the bathroom, Linda filled a tall glass with water from the kitchen sink. She walked over to Jim, still asleep on the sofa, and threw the water in his face. Jim spluttered and shook his head, then his eyes fluttered open. He smiled when he saw Linda glowering over him.
"Well good morning, sunshine. What's going on?"
