Occasionally a flash of sunshine would break through the canopy of the tree, flashing tiny, annoying sparkles across the face of Allison Saunders. Known to her friends as Allie, the thirty-one-year-old, showed all the signs of gut-wrenching despair. The tissue in her hand was moist with tears. She sat quietly on the bench in the neighborhood park while a soccer game played out on the pitch.
"Hello" .... A voice, coming from behind Allison was just barely loud enough to catch her attention. "Hello....is there anything I can do to help?" The strange voice again broke into Allie's thoughts.
Allison's facial expression showed just how she didn't appreciate the intrusion into her privacy. "I'm sorry.... but do I know you?"
"I'm sorry dear, but I've been watching you for a while and I can see something has you upset. Maybe someone to talk to and get it off your chest will help." The voice was soft and filled with empathy.
Just as the woman began to walk away as she felt Allison seemed not interested in her help. Allison broke down sobbing into the already wet tissue. The still unidentified woman turned back and sat down beside Allison, putting her arm around Allie in an attempt to calm her.
It was more than a minute for Allie to stop sobbing and get her emotions under control. When she did, she wasn't in the mood to share.
"I'm Stacy Dunn, my son is the coach of the soccer team you're watching."
Allison looked up to see the very tall and muscled young man leaning over the shoulder of a boy to offer some coaching tips to someone she couldn't identify.
"If I can help in any way, I would be happy to give you a shoulder to lean on." Again, Allie could see the empathy in her eyes and on her gentle face.
"Can I have your number?" Allison asked.
"I have time right now...." Stacy offered.
Allison nodded toward the soccer pitch. "The problem is walking across the field, so I'll have to give you a call when I get a chance."
Stacy's head jerked around to see a thirty something with his suit jacket tossed over his shoulder headed toward the two women. There was an arrogance about this man. Stacy could see immediately why Allison would be so taken by this very handsome man.
The women quickly exchanged phone numbers and Stacy left just before Allison's husband, Robert could join the conversation. Stacy, noted that Allison could call her anytime.
"What's all that about?" Robert Saunders seemed annoyed this unknown woman would walk away before introductions could be made.
"Oh, she's the mom of the coach. She just wanted to know if I had a kid on the team."
Allie's husband turned to look back at the game that had been restarted. "Well, if he's the coach, he's piss poor."
"Robert....!" Allie's voice flared. "These are just kids. They'll learn in time."
Glancing back at his wife. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing. You didn't return my call, so I thought I should take a little time for myself."
"I got home, and you weren't there. I was worried."
Trying to understand why her husband would waste his precious time looking for her, especially here, at the park. Allie thought to herself, "that man, has never worried about me, or what I do."
The banter between the two went on for a minute or two. Finally, her husband, Robert turned and began to walk back to the parking lot. "Do you want a ride?"
Allison sat on the bench and watched her husband walk away. "He didn't even take time to notice I had been crying." She thought to herself.
Later that evening, Allison was loading the dishwasher with the final items. Robert, her husband peered around the corner of the doorway and announced he would be working in his home office. She just grinned without looking back at him. Internally, she was happy to find out he was going to be leaving her to her own devises. Maybe.... just maybe, tonight they wouldn't have a repeat of the almost nightly conversations that have been having such an adverse effect on her.
The weekend came and he was back at it. Before or after, and sometimes during the obligatory weekend sex with her husband, his disgusting topic of discussion would rear its ugly head. Sadly, he was too blind to the fact of how much his wife didn't want to talk about it. If he knew she was faking her climax just to get his sweaty body off her, he would be screaming. Maybe he didn't care about that either.
On the following Monday morning, Allison was surprised with a phone call from that nice lady from the park.
"Hello...." Allison spoke into her phone just a beat before it was forwarded to her voice mail.
"Allison, this is Stacy.... you know, from the park."
Allison was more than a bit surprised by the call. "Oh, yeah...Hello," she said.
"I just thought I would give you a call to make sure you were okay."
"Oh, that's really nice of you .... thank you, but I think I'm going to be fine."
There was a noticeable pause in the conversation. "I have time this morning, if you'd like to talk."
"I'm sorry, I was just leaving."
"I live in that gaudy red brick with the ugly purple door. If you want to have something hot to drink, just stop on by anytime...I'm always home."
Allison thought for a second and then said, "don't expect me, but I might stop by for a visit."
The women talked for about another minute. They hung up their phones, but before they did, Allison had decided to skip her errands and just go on over to Stacy's house for a morning cup of coffee and a visit. An hour later she was out the door on her way to the park.
All during her walk to Stacy's, she wondered why she had accepted the invite. Stacy was ten, maybe fifteen years older. She was very attractive, but she gave off this trusting vibe. Maybe it was her aura or just maybe, Allie needed someone who was interested in her.
When she reached the far side of the park, she didn't even hesitate. Allison opened the old iron gate and walked toward the front porch of the house. Before her heart had slowed to a normal rhythm, she was sitting at the table in Stacy's kitchen.
Armed with a cup of coffee, the two women began the process of learning about each other and building the basis for a friendship.
After about an easy hour of back-and-forth girl talk, Stacy looked at her new friend and asked. "Are you ready to tell me what had you so broken up in the park the other day?"
Allison looked away for a second. She sighed a deep sigh and turned back to look at Stacy straight in the eye and said, "My husband wants me to go to bed with another man... and let him watch."
The words.... "you're kidding?" were accompanied with wide-eyed shock. But then a calmness came over Stacy. "Well, based on your actions at the park, I would say you're against it."
"I can't believe he wants me to do such a thing. I have been loyal to him from the day we met. I have never even thought about being with another man...." Then, from out of nowhere Allison stopped. "Holy fuck....."
Stacy turned to see what had Allison's attention, when she saw her son bounding down the stairs pulling his tee-shirt over his head. "Brian, I have company. Don't come down here naked."
"Mom, I'm not naked....Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know there was someone here."
Brian, Stacy's son, the coach of the soccer team from across the street at the park, finished pulling his shirt over his ribs and rock-solid stomach. "I guess I've got to introduced you to my son, Brian. You've heard about kids that don't want to leave home? Well, meet the kid that is never going to move out."
Brian shook his head and spoke. "The only reason I live here is I don't want her to be alone. Besides, I pay rent."
"I'd like to be alone once in a while Bri...but you don't give me a chance."
Allison started to stand. "You two have to talk so I'll just get out of your way."
Stacy was quick to raise her hand, "No, no, no, no.... He has to go to work so he can pay his rent. Anyway, I was just going to sit here by myself and think about what I need from the grocery store."
Brian acknowledged his mom's visitor and thanked her for keeping his mom out of trouble. With a wink and another, "Nice meeting you...." He was out the door and gone.