When I got off the plane on Friday night, guess who was waiting for me...and who wasn't. Well it wasn't Yuko. Instead, there stood the asshole NCO who fucked up my life.
"Hey man, great to see you. How was the training?" he said, extending his hand.
"With all due respect Gunny, fuck you," I replied walking around him. I tried to walk away as quickly as I could without running, but he followed me through the concourse.
He caught up to me at the baggage claim.
"Don't be that way. I came to give you a ride."
"Fuck you."
"Yuko asked me to pick you up. Don't make me let her down."
"Oh yeah, fuck her too."
"I did already." I spun on me heels and put my face right in his. I could have torn him apart, but did everything in my power to maintain my composure.
"You destroyed my marriage. Congratulations. Now, I'm going to destroy your career."
"You aren't going to play the adultery card are you. That's so sad. You know the military is the only place in America that still uses that crap."
"Well in case you hadn't noticed, you wear a uniform asshole."
I picked up my bags and headed for the main entrance to the airport. I hailed a cab.
"She's not at you apartment you know. She's working at the club."
"Do you think I give a shit," I said as I got in the taxi.
When I got to our apartment, it was empty. The asshole was right; she was working for the fat pig. Putting my stuff away, I tried to get my mind off this mess.
Afterward, I sat down to watch TV, looking for something to make me laugh. All I could think about was the situation I was in. What would I say to her when she came home?
The phone rang. It was Yuko.
"Are you mad at me?"
"Of course, I saw the videos. You fucked those guys."
"Oh no. I'm sorry. I am. I was drunk and they, ... they used me like a whore. I'm very sorry, so sorry."
"And now your working in some fucking club, when you knew I didn't want you to."
"I'm sorry. I'll come home."
"I'm so angry and disappointed in you. Maybe I won't be here when you get here."
"I'll come home right now."
After she hung up I waited, and she didn't show up. In fact, I waited for about an hour. Finally, there was a knock at the door. She wouldn't knock; she would use her key. Maybe it was Gunny or the pig.
I picked up a golf club, a driver, and went to the door. I looked through the peephole to see a great looking blonde that I'd seen dancing at the club on one of the videos.
She was wearing a tight little halter top that barely contained an ample chest. The short black dress she wore hardly covered the cheeks of her ass. She had on a pair of extremely tall high heel shoes.
"Who are you?" I said, opening the door.
"Don't be mad at me. I'm Brandy. I'm just the messenger. Can I come in." I let her in and she handed me a note and a videotape.
"Where's my wife?'
"At the club. I don't think Woody gives up that easy."
"Who's Woody."
"Oh yeah. You don't know his name. You know, he didn't like the fat pig remark."
"Well, Woody, or whatever his name is, can go fuck himself. Does he think he can get away with holding my wife?"
"He said you shouldn't do anything to his friend. He said, 'Don't take it out on Gunny if your wife is a slut.' And he gave me this tape to give to you."
She walked toward my entertainment center with the tape in her hand.
"Are you nuts. Do you think I'm going to watch this thing with you?"
"I'm supposed to wait for a response." She put the tape in the video player and pushed the button.
On the screen, I saw Woody talking to a cop in what looked like an office in the club. The cop was actually a deputy sheriff, and he was black. I could hear the heavy beat of music in the background. Woody was telling the deputy about this hot new waitress he was breaking in.
"Bring her in. I want to see this bitch," the he said. Woody left the room.
I looked at Brandy standing by the tape machine. I hadn't seen one of these videos with someone else in the room. I was starting to feel a little sick. My knees kind of buckled under me, and my ass ended up on the far end of the couch. Brandy came over and sat on the other end.
The fat man came back in the picture in a few minutes with my wife in tow. Yuko was dressed just like Brandy, except her hair was tied up in a pair of pig tails. I'd never seen her wear her hair like that.
"Sit down young lady," the deputy said. "You're in a lot of trouble."
Yuko took a seat on a long leather sofa. The black man stood over her.
