Memories: Wendy
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At least on paper...
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Wendy Simpson sat in the chair, taking in her surroundings. Until just a few minutes ago, she had been in the bedroom she shared with her husband of five years, Reggie. Odd, she thought, she couldn't remember what it was she had been doing. It was as if she was there one second, then here the next. How did that happen?
She looked around the room. There were no windows and she couldn't make out where a door might be. There was no obvious light source, but the room was bathed in an almost overwhelming white light that seemed to emanate from everywhere. Everything in the room was white -- the short robe she wore, the walls, the floor, the ceiling, the chair she sat in and the table in front of her. Strange, she thought. There aren't any shadows anywhere.
The room seemed a bit stuffy to her, and beads of sweat began forming on her forehead. She wiped the sweat using the sleeve of her robe. Finally, a door opened and a slim man dressed in a white suit and tie approached the table.
He sat down, opened a folder and placed it on the table in front of him. He consulted the folder before looking at her. He looked at her bare legs, her long blonde hair that cascaded over her shoulders and the swell of her B-cup breasts. She was really quite beautiful. In another universe, he might have made a play for her himself. What a waste, he thought to himself.
"Wendy Simpson," he said. "Is that correct?" He watched as she nodded her head. "Please answer yes or no," he added.
"Yes," she said. "I'm Wendy Simpson. Where am I? What am I doing here?" He smiled briefly before answering. He had seen this hundreds of thousands of times. No, make that millions of times.
"You really don't know, do you?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No, I don't," she said.
"That's alright," he said. "It's perfectly normal. You'll find out soon enough."
"It's kinda warm in here," she said. "Can I please have a glass of ice water or something?" He smiled before answering.
"Actually, it seems a bit cool in here to me," he said. "Besides, we don't serve refreshments here. Trust me, there's a lot of people here who would love a glass of ice water," he added with a slight chuckle. He always enjoyed telling new arrivals that. "Now, let's get to business, shall we?" he asked. "It seems you've been quite a naughty little girl," he said.
"I'm sorry," she said quietly. He looked at her before speaking.
"Never apologize," he said firmly. "It's too late for apologies anyway, and believe me when I tell you they would simply fall on deaf ears anyway."
"All I'm asking is that you not judge me," she said. "I know I'm not perfect, but I've always tried to be good."
"I'm not here to judge you," he said. "You've already been judged. I'm here to determine what level to place you. Now, let's get to it, shall we?" The entire wall changed and it looked to Wendy as though she was watching a giant movie of her life. "As a child, you repeatedly disobeyed your parents and lied to them more than once," he said. The "movie" changed scenes as he talked, reflecting the incidents he mentioned. "All pretty standard stuff. You were 12 when you swiped that little trinket from the small country store you visited with your mother. You remember that?"
"I do," she said. "I thought no one saw me." He chuckled.
"That's what they all say," he told her. "You were very active and had three abortions by the time you started college and the last one was botched so badly the doctors had to cut your tubes. You were what, almost 19 at the time? You never told your husband, did you?"
"Oh my God," she said. When they first married, she told her husband she had female issues that made it difficult for her to conceive. He bought her lie, hook, line and sinker, and never pressured her for more information. "You know all that?" He looked at her harshly, his face turning a dark shade of red.
"Never mention that name here, miss," he said. "Unless you intend to take it in vain. Do you understand?" She nodded her head.
"Yes," she said. "I understand." She caught herself quickly, realizing that she was about to apologize. He turned back to the folder in front of him, his face returning to a more normal color.
"Let's see," he said, picking up where he left off. "By the time you graduated from high school, you had sex with almost every boy in your class. The only thing that kept you out of trouble was the fact you were over 18. In fact, the only reason you graduated is that you fucked one of your teachers for a passing grade." She remembered that incident. She hadn't been doing too well in her senior English class, mostly because she was too busy partying with the football team.
Her English teacher, Mr. Ross, was a young, good-looking single man, so she cornered him one day after school and pleaded with him for a second chance. He told her it was too late, but assured her he might be willing to give her a passing grade in exchange for sex. By then, she was over 18. She locked the door, stripped naked for him and proceeded to give him the best fuck she could. She even let him fuck her in the ass that afternoon. He came through (no pun intended), giving her a B, which ensured her graduation.
"You continued in this way all through college," the man said. "You got a reputation as a party girl and an easy lay. Then you started using drugs and participated in numerous gangbangs. I'm frankly surprised you actually graduated. That's when you met Reginald Simpson, the man who would become -- unfortunately -- your husband."
She remembered meeting Reggie in the common area. He was such a handsome young man with dreams for his future. He treated her like a queen. In his eyes, she was a goddess in more ways than one. She thought she could change her ways if only he would marry her. They dated for several months before he popped the question. Naturally, she accepted and they were married.
