My parents didn't even attempt to excuse Glenda. My father's only comment was "Disgusting", while my mother's remarks were twofold: "But they're just boys!" about Donnie and Darrell, and "The GARDENERS! That's just... Well, we won't be using them anymore!"
But about my brother Doug, who I viewed as the worst offender: "Well, Bobby, it was just one mistake. Anyone can make a mistake. He's your brother!"
"Exactly, Dad. I'm his BROTHER! AND SHE'S MY WIFE. And it wasn't a mistake or an accident. His dick didn't accidentally fall into her holes." I was yelling at my parents.
"Honey, there's no need to be vulgar. You've got to forgive..." my mother was more offended by my language, seemingly, than my brother's betrayal and my wife's infidelity.
"If not now, when can I be vulgar, Mother? What could be worse than your brother fucking your wife?" My mother looked disgusted that I was once again being vulgar. "And not just once, but regularly, like clockwork, for months. Before and after his wedding. So, there's his infidelity as well. If I shouldn't forgive my whore of a wife, should Megan forgive her fuckboy husband?"
My father had the decency to look abashed. "Now, Bobby," he began again, "He's your little brother. You've got to make some allowances..." I didn't hear the rest. I was going out the door when I stopped, turned, and looking at my parents, said, "You're wrong. I don't have a brother. And the way things are going, I may soon not have any parents."
I closed the door on their shocked faces.
I had turned my phone off, and when I turned it back on to check for work messages, I saw that there were multiple messages from Glenda and one from my sister-in-law, Megan. There was also one from Doug. I handled several from work, delete all Glenda's unheard and then listened to Megan's.
"Bobby, it's me, Megan. I got your video." She started to sob. It hurt my heart. I now regretted sending the video to her. "Why? Why did you send that to me? I was happy, Bobby! I was happy." I heard her quietly sobbing, then the message clicked off.
"Why, Bobby?" was a good question. I was hurting and wanted Doug to hurt. But I forgot to consider Megan. She didn't deserve this.
Megan was from a farming family. Her parents were deceased, and she and her three brothers had inherited the farm. Her siblings ran the farm, did all the work, but shared all profits equally with their sister, whom they adored. Megan was the youngest.
She had a very pretty, sweet face; very wholesome looking. Standing only 5'1", when Doug first brought her home the jokes were about her being as wide as she was tall. That wasn't really true, although she was a stocky little thing, not my type at all. Glenda was thin and willowy, and fit right in my arms in a bear hug. The few times I've hugged my sister-in-law, it reminded me of trying to lift a barrel. She was solid, but more like the trunk of an old oak tree than a willow. Still, she was the sweetest woman I've ever met. There wasn't a mean bone or a nasty word in the woman. The longer my family knew her, the more we all agreed she was an angel.
Now, I'd hurt her. I know, it was Doug and Glenda, but I was the one who had thrown it in her face. I was ashamed of myself.
I played Doug's message. "You miserable fuckwad! You just had to send that video to Megan and fuck up my marriage. It's your own fucking fault. You can't fuck worth shit, according to Megan, except Missionary. She can't stand your dick in her any other way! And your cum makes her sick. She says it taste like Surstomming because you eat all that rotten fish shit. Your own wife can't stand you! She loves my cum, she say..."
I don't know what else she or he had to say. I didn't want to know. I deleted the message, the rest unheard.
My phone rang. I saw it was Megan and answered immediately with an apology.
"No, Bobby. I'm sorry I went off on you. I know it's not your fault, that you're hurting." Her voice dropped. "I know it's Doug, and Glenda, who are responsible. I loved them, Bobby. How could they do this to us? Do they love each other? Doesn't he love me, anymore?" Her sniffling came over the phone.
"I don't know about Doug, but it turns out that Glenda's just a whore." I said, more vehemently than I had intended.
Sweet Megan leapt immediately to defend her friend. She would never see the bad in anyone. "Oh, no! They must love each other. I'm sure they couldn't help themselves."
I began laughing. Seriously laughing. When I could, I responded that Glenda must love the world at large, based on the evidence. I told her about the videos I hadn't sent to her, the ones with the twins and the gardeners. I forgot to mention the random guy on Monday. I wondered how to find out who the hell he was.
Megan was horrified, but farmgirl Megan was more practical than the rest of us. "Bobby, should we get tested for STDs? Who knows what she might have picked up."
I was surprised that the thought hadn't occurred to me. I shivered at the thought of syphilis or gonorrhea before the horrifying thought of incurable AIDS or even herpes infected my brain. "God, you're right! I'm going to go down to the doc's right now!"
"Bobby, could you take me? I don't want to go alone." Her despair flowed through the phone. I told her I'd be right there.
