IT WAS JUST ONE TIME
"Why are you making such a big deal of it, Troy? I don't love Randolph. It was just for sex, and it wasn't very good. So, I made one freaking mistake. After ten years of marriage and a kid, you should cut me some slack. For Christ's sake, it was just... one... time. It's certainly not worth a divorce over. Think about what a divorce would do to your relationship with our daughter. Just go calm down somewhere. We can talk later." I had been dismissed.
Her words kept ringing in my ears. 'It was just one time' like anything that happens one time isn't that important.' I didn't feel like arguing with her. Actually, I didn't feel much of anything after my wife confessed her supposed one-time fling with her boss. I left to consider what I should do.
She called to me as I was leaving, "Troy, do you want me to wait up for you so we can talk some more?"
"No, Constance. I don't know when or if I will be back."
"Good grief. What's with the melodrama? It was just one time. You and I have fucked hundreds of times. Put your big boy pants on and realize that you're overreacting."
I finished leaving in silence. As much as I would have liked something along the lines of alcohol to help me deal with my dilemma, I wanted my mind to be sharp -- because I wanted my revenge to be sharp. I stayed in a motel for three days, never answering the phone or telling anyone where I was or what I was doing. Finally, I was ready to act.
*****
Constance woke up in strange surroundings and her mind was in a foggy cloud. She realized that she had been drugged. She looked around at the old basement's stone walls -- cold, dark, damp and moldy. It smelled like wet dog. There were no windows and just one door which was closed. A single light bulb hung down at the end of a cord from the middle of the ceiling. There was an empty chair across from her. She was sitting in a chair like that one. There was no other furniture in the room. Her feet were taped to the legs of the chair and her wrists were taped to the arms. She was nude and freezing. Constance had no clue who had kidnapped her or why. There was no substantial amount of money in the household nor did either she or her husband work in jobs with any governmental or industrial secrets. She briefly thought it might be Troy, but quickly dismissed the idea. He would never do anything as cruel as this. She wondered if he had gotten a ransom note for her. Then she wondered if Troy would pay it.
Suddenly, she heard a man scream from another area of the basement. Her first guess was that someone had Troy and was torturing him. But for what? Nothing made sense. Constance tried to escape from her bonds, but her efforts were futile. She could do nothing but shiver and wait.
Connie wasn't sure how much time had passed since she awoke, but eventually the door opened and in came -- Troy. He was dressed in the clothes he usually wore when he knew he was getting dirty with yard work or fooling around with his car. He had a big gym bag with him that looked heavy the way he was carrying it.
"Son-of-a-bitch! Okay, Troy. You've had your fun. I get it that you're pissed off at me. I give it to you for using our imagination. But I warn you, you better not go much further, or you'll regret it."
