We had now been married for two years. And married life was suiting me right down to the ground. I must say that I am in no way a supermodel. Yet, I kept myself in good shape for my husband. I only wanted one man in my life and told him so. When I went out, I would get many wolf whistles. Their eyes would scan my body from top to toe. I knew what they were thinking. I am shapely and have a nice bust size. When they glared at me all wanted to get me in bed for one thing. It made me feel so sexy and good.
I worked in an office with ten women and two young men. The two men just wanted to get all into bed for one thing. Six of them had already been to bed with them to fool them.
My name is Karen. I first met James three years ago. It was love at first sight. Three months later, James asked me to marry him. And nine months later, we were married.
James had a job that took him away from home two days a week. He left on Monday night straight from work. When he gets home on Thursday nights, he sits down and fills in his five-year diary. He must have thought it was important for all his work trips!
He made notes about Golf and Tennis games; and when he went fishing! We both were members of the Golf and Tennis clubs. We socialised with six good friends. Our good friend's names are Jack and Mary Davis, Frank and Jean Goodwin, and Terry and Cath Moore.
When James is at home, he makes notes in his 5-year diary. It takes him five minutes. He leaves the Diary in our tall bookcase.
Two years have now passed. He makes notes in his 5-year diary.
On Friday night I gave James a long loving smile.
"James, I want to come off the pill and have two children!" I said to him,
It was not the right subject I soon found out.
"NO, I don't want any kids, I just want us two," he said.
He was great with other kids who lived on the road. He seemed to have plenty of time for them and a good deal of patience. I thought he would be a great father. James did not want any part of the subject.
Every time I brought it up, he soon changed it. As the night wore on, you could feel the tension building up. James did not want to talk about kids. I pushed and pushed for an answer that night. You would have thought World War Three had broken out. James stormed off to bed.
For the next two days, you could cut the atmosphere with a knife. Yes, James did not want any children at all.
James goes to work on Monday to prepare for his two-day trip.
While James was away on his two-day trip that evening, I tried to watch TV. I was thinking about James all the time. I was mulling over whether the row we had on Friday night was right or not. I was missing him and dying for him to come home. I wanted him so much.
I turned off the TV and then I went to the bookcase to find something to read. I needed something to take my mind off James. Touching his 5-year diary, it fell off the tall bookshelf. I picked it up and started to look through it. Nothing in it but I noticed letters and numbers that all had no meaning. I never gave it a second thought so I put it back in the bookcase.
Found a book and I sat down to read. Tuesday night I went to the bookcase. I thought I would carry on with that book I started to read last night; I picked it up and found the page. I was still trying to take my mind off James. Wednesday night I went to the bookcase. I thought I would carry on with that book I started to read last night; I picked it up and found the page. I was still trying to take my mind off James.
Back at the bookcase thinking about what James wrote down in his diary. I picked the book I was reading and found the page where I left off. I read a few pages more. Back to the bookcase and picked up his diary.
I opened it on the day we first met. That was the first year we met. God, he had made notes about our first two months of dating. He made notes down to the colour and style of my hair and down to the colour of my shoes. He described the shape of my body. I was blushing with a lump in my throat, tears running down my face. I was gobsmacked at what James said about me. It told me he was in love with me.
Then I started to read the next nine months before we were married. It was just like a love novel on the everyday page. What he had written about me was just incredible. I could not put down his diary. I read the next two years of his diary. Every word I read he was in love with me. He had written down the shape and curves of every part of my body. He knew every part of my body. It was the middle of the night and I had to go to bed.
I planned a good homecoming for Thursday night. I was going to wear my short dress with a plunging neckline to show off my bust. Went to the hairdresser, then a hot bath, I made sure I was smooth. My nails went on his favourite perfume. Then I made a candlelight dinner. It was a timed one. I dressed for the kill.
James came in. I ran to him shouting out I love you so very much. Kissing him long and hard I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me and walked straight to the bedroom. Dinner had to wait a while. Our bed was going to get punished for hours on end. We made love three times. He was a good lover. Thank God the meal was a timed one.
About nine he sat up and turned to the side of the bed. I looked at his back, my eyes popped out. On his back were long scratch marks on both his shoulders they were not made by me. He went to the toilet. I followed him and we returned to the dining room for a drink and a bite to eat.
God, I now had something to think about. He was cheating on me. Who with, how long, younger, or older than I am who is she? I had to find out more before I could dare challenge him. Picked up my mobile phone and we went back to the bedroom. We made love twice.
He fell asleep before me. I picked up my phone and photographed the long scratch marks on both his shoulders. He went fishing on Saturday until three pm then came home. He fills in his diary for Saturday!
Then he went out to fill the car up with petrol while he was out. I picked up the diary. I was looking at the pages with groups of letters and numbers that had no meaning. He had written down that this Saturday was meaningless.
I kept on glancing through his diary and what I found were letters all jumbled up. I tried to work out the meanings and got nowhere. Sunday, we went and played rounds of Golf with our friends.
If he was having an affair and I had to find out?
James went to work on Monday, preparing for his next two days away. His trips were always to the same three places. The company paid for the hotel, and meals. He had a rolling booking at each hotel. He used the same room in case I had to get hold of him in a hurry.
That Monday at work in my lunch hour. I searched for a PD in each city he visited for work. I found PD in each of the cities. I rang the first PD and asked for him to check up on James. I told him the name of the hotel and room number. Asked for photos and recordings of him in his hotel room and told him his full name.
"He would have to get a move on, and get the hotel to agree for the camera installed for tonight," he said.
I gave him my mobile number.
"Can we use a code word," I said.
I did the same thing for the second week and the third week using the code word HELP!
James is now preparing for the first of his two-day trips. Looking at the letters in the diary. As hard as I tried, it made no sense to me.
He comes home Thursday night. I flung myself at him shouting out I love you. Kissing him long and hard I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me and walked straight to the bedroom. That bed of ours received a good deal of punishment that night.
Friday James goes to work. I rang the PD.
"Do you have any information for me?" I said to him,
"I don't have anything until late Saturday then I will write a full report... If there is anything to tell you I will call you in the afternoon," he said.
We played tennis from noon to five. I had to wait until Monday to find out. Sunday, we went to the Golf club to hang around with our friends. Yes, our love was high for both nights.
James prepares for the second of his two-day trips.
I made two calls, the first one to the second PD.