Sundown-Conclusion
edited with great skill by DB448
You'd think that by the time a man got to be my age he'd know the difference between acceptable risk, and genuine stupidity. But as I walked into the teeth of the building storm, I just didn't care. My intention was to make it to the comfort station that was located a little more than a half a mile from the truck stop. There were food machines there, benches, maybe even cots to lie down on, and hopefully no one there to bother me.
Over the past 3 days since I'd left the town that had become my home since Mary and I left Texas I'd gotten over some of the initial pain and heartache of Mary's betrayal. I could see that some of my actions over the past week or so had been fueled more by anger, and my bruised ego, than by rational thought. But hey, an emotional situation sometimes requires an emotional response.
I was ashamed of the way I'd spoken to some of the townspeople. After all, people in general are just fucking nosy. That curiosity and need to know things has helped the species survive and thrive, so I guess them wanting to know all of the gory details about our breakup, while embarrassing for both Mary and me, was only normal.
I was also really ashamed of my treatment of Mary. I should have been, and had really tried to be, more civil about the whole thing. I'd offered her a quick easy divorce on the grounds of irreconcilable differences, which could really mean anything. But she had thrown it back in my face, steadfastly refusing to grant me the divorce. So she had really forced me into threatening to drop the hammer on her and bringing out my big guns.
My big guns were changing the reason for the divorce to infidelity, suing her lover/pimp and posting the pictures of her whoring, in a local motel on the internet and sending copies to her parents and all of her friends. I was going to also sue her pimp Sundown for alienation of affection. She had basically laughed in my face and told me that rather than divorce me she'd go door to door all over town and personally tell everybody what she'd done, and she'd have billboards made with my pictures of her on them because she didn't care what anyone thought of her. She was just not willing to let me go.
The fact that Sundown was dead and no one was willing to believe or even care that I'd killed him meant that I couldn't sue him either. I really needed to think this out and I needed privacy to do that, so the comfort station in the middle of a blizzard seemed like the perfect place.
The problem was, as anyone with half a brain knows, that when you walk into a snowstorm of that intensity everything starts to look the same. It becomes very easy to get turned around or start walking in circles and after about fifteen minutes I was not only lost, but beginning to become uncomfortable from the cold. I turned around hoping to spot the lights from the truck-stop I'd just left, but I could no longer see them in any direction. I then tried moving to the side so I could find the edge of the road and the drainage ditch along either side of it. If I could find the ditch, I'd be able to know which direction to walk in, because going along the road either way would be good. If I went one way I'd end up back at the truck-stop, and if I went the other way, I'd end up at the comfort station. Either way I'd be out of this storm.
The problem was that somehow I'd already left the road apparently, so at least I now knew that I didn't know where the hell I was. As you can see except for where Mary was concerned I was extremely optimistic so I just started walking again, and the snow got thicker and piled up deeper. I was so cold after a while that I hoped my fingers would just drop off so they wouldn't hurt any more. Then I started thinking that in just a few more yards I'd be home and Mary would make me feel all better, so I kept walking. I just had to get home to Mary.
I don't know how much longer I was out there but an SUV pulled up next to me and the door opened up. At this point I could barely see but I was shocked.
"Mary" I said.
"Get in the truck John" she snapped.
I got into the truck's rear seat and the sudden warmth was a shock to my system, I started to get dizzy. The woman behind the wheel reached past me and closed the door, then started inching forward through the snow. The big SUV had a light bar across it's roof that lit up the road ahead of us but you could still only see maybe 20 -25 feet in all of this snow. The driver was talking to me, but I could barely make out what she was saying.
"Talk slower Mary" I said.
"My name is Arlene" she snapped. "That bitch has you twisted up really badly doesn't she?"
I sat right up at that point; I was exhausted and half frozen, but I wouldn't stand for anyone talking about Mary badly.
"Don't call my Mary a bitch" I snapped.
Then I fell over on the seat out cold. Arlene just shook her head and continued driving.
When I woke up I was in a bed with blankets piled on top of me, and nothing on but my boxers.
There was a gentle glow from a small lamp on a desk near the bed. The whole room had a cozy feel; it just felt like someone's home. It had a lot of nice personal touches in it that let me know that it was a woman's place. We men never did things like that. We could live in a place for years but it would never seem nearly as homey as a place a woman had been in for a month.
I smelled food and my mouth started to water, I looked up and there was.....
"It's Arlene" she said. "Don't fucking call me Mary again, or I swear I'll throw you out"
"John, how long has it been since you last ate anything?" she asked.
"Yesterday I think, at the truck stop" I replied.
"You had coffee, I served you remember" she said. "I made some soup, nothing to heavy, just some Campbell's tomato. If you can keep this down, we'll move on to something heavier."
Arlene even had a robe like the ones Mary had back at home and only wore if she was sick or having her monthly.
It was uncanny. except for their faces, she was so similar to my Mary that I couldn't help staring at her. Even the cast of the faces though when you got right down to it weren't that different. If I didn't know that Mary had no sisters, I'd swear that this woman must be her twin.
I watched Arlene intently as she fed me the soup. It didn't feel very good when it reached my stomach, but at least it stayed there. She was right, almost any solid food might've come back out. As I concentrated on her, if she noticed it, Arlene gave no sign of her displeasure. It was as if she wanted me to take some time to notice the differences between them, and see that she was truly not Mary.
A week ago I'd have been able to see the differences much easier. Up until then Mary, always had a purely angelic glow to her. They say that pregnant women have this glow about them, and Mary had that all the time. But in the days that we'd been apart, she'd gotten paler, and colder, perhaps that whole persona was just a part of the snow-job that she and Sundown had pulled on me.
Both Arlene and my Mary were kind of thick, but definitely not fat. I think Mary had bigger tits but maybe they just sat up higher on her chest, or sagged a little lower.
Arlene's ass was a little bit bigger but Mary's legs were in a class by themselves.
I was getting dizzy again but I could still hear Arlene talking to me.
"Are you satisfied?" she asked me
"What?" I asked confused
"Can you tell that I'm not your precious Mary?"
"Unh hunh" I said as I passed out again.
"This is one seriously fucked up family" was the last thing I heard her say before the darkness took me.
I woke up a little while later and Arlene was in the bed next to me. I was starving and only the small light was on. The human condition is one of the most amazing things, because as soon as I looked over at Arlene's large robe covered ass, I got a hard on.
"OK, turn over the other way" she snapped. "While you were asleep, you couldn't help it but now that you're awake, I'm not taking any chances with that thing. Especially under the circumstances"
"What circumstances?" I asked.
"Better you don't know" she said softly.
"That was a good nap" I said. "I'm hungry again, can I have the rest of that soup please?"
"What soup?" she asked.
"The tomato soup you gave me a little while ago" I said.
"John that was 2 days ago, you've been asleep for longer than you think. I was starting to get worried, so I called the doctor from town. He took a look at you and said that you were dehydrated and suffering from exposure. After I told him about your situation, and what that bitch did to you"
"How did you know about my situation?" I snapped. I started to get up but the room started spinning. Once the objects around me were stable again, I dove right back in
"You read my letter" I accused.
"Yep, sure did" she snapped.
"You promised me that you wouldn't open it" I whined. "Opening someone else's mail is a federal crime"
"So's murder" she snapped.
"How did you know about that?" I asked, confused. "That wasn't in the letter"
"What the hell are you talking about John?" she asked.
"How did you know I killed Sundown?"
"I don't know what you're talking about John. I was talking about me killing you, if you don't let me talk" she said. "First off, the only reason, that I read your precious fucking letter to your precious fucking Mary, was because you forgot to close the word processing program you used to type it on my computer at the restaurant. Normally to save someone's privacy, I'd have just closed the program and not saved the letter, but after seeing the name on the envelope I was a little more than curious, especially since you and I have a little more in common than you know"
Now it was my turn to be confused
"I'm sorry Arlene, I had no right to accuse you, without having all of the facts. I'm just kind of still sensitive when it comes to Mary"
"Aren't we all. I'll get you something to eat" she said and got up.
As she got out of the bed, I couldn't resist trying to sneak a peak at her as her robe gapped open.
"Stop that" she snapped. "I'm not used to having to wear a robe in my own home so stop trying to look at me like that or I'll tell your precious Mary"
"Sorry" I said.
I swear she was smiling as she left the room.