I couldn't sleep the night after viewing my wife's humiliation on the DVD. I was in training all morning and couldn't break away until lunch. As soon as I could get to a pay phone, I called the office to talk to the corporal. As soon as he picked up the phone, I unloaded on him.
"What the fuck was that? How did you get that disk? Did you have something to do with this?"
"No, man. I burned you the disk from a tape someone else had. I should have warned you it was coming, but I didn't know how to tell you. I think he's passing it around to a few friends."
"How did you know this was going to happen."
"I wasn't sure they would succeed, but I tried to warn you. If it helps, you're not the first one."
"Who the fuck was the other guy?"
"Some friend of Gunny's. He used to be an MP NCO. Now he manages a strip bar downtown."
"Fuck. What do I do now? Shit."
"I don't know."
There was a silence on the other end. I didn't know what more to say; I just held the receiver in my hand.
"I've got more bad news. There's another disk coming."
I hung up the phone and ran to the orderly room to see if I had any mail. A sergeant handed me another package identical to the first. I stashed it in my bag and decided to call home. I had to see if Yuko would tell me what she had done. She passed up one opportunity already.
I ran back to the phone. She answered on the second ring. She sounded completely normal ... excited to hear from me ... couldn't wait for me to get home ... Oh, by the way she got a job.
"You got a job? Japanese wives don't get jobs."
"Maybe not in Japan, but they can in America. I want to help you. You know, so we can start a family." That was rich. First she's fucking other guys, then she wants a job and a baby.
"Doing what?" I asked.
"I will be a waitress."
"What kind of waitress?"
"You know. In a bar." It couldn't be, not for the fat guy.
"What bar?"
There was a silence for a moment. "Don't be mad. It's a bar where women take of their clothes, but I'm just a waitress. I don't have to take off my clothes. The manager said I can make really good tips."
I'll bet he did, the son of a bitch. I didn't know what to say.
"I have to go. Class will start soon."
"Are you mad?"
"Listen. I can't talk to you now. Good bye."
I spent the rest of the day trying to concentrate on my training, but with little success. When class was dismissed, I flew to the barracks looking for the guy with the laptop. Safely back in my room, I fumbled with the disk until the video was running.
The opening scene was my front door. A beefy hand reached out and knocked. When the door finally opened, I was struck at how beautiful my wife truly is. She was standing there dressed in a tight, low-cut, knee-length red dress, with a slit up one leg. The garment, which I had never seen before, held her breasts aloft by just a pair of beaded straps. Had they broken, Yuko would have spilled out over the threshold. Her makeup and hair were amazing, as if she had spent most of the day trying to look perfect for that exact moment.
"You look great baby. We told you. Gunny knows what looks good on a woman," the fat man said as they moved into our living room.
"I think it's too tight. I show too much."
"Not for America, not for my club. You're going to have a great time tonight."
"I don't think I should go. My husband wouldn't like it. The other day was a mistake. No sex, OK? I can't have sex with you anymore."