I've grown as an individual in the past few years. When I was in college, shy and introverted were not even close to describing the way I acted. I was a geek, I still am, and there's no denial about that fact. But, I'm now a confident geek.
My name is Thomas Peabody and I'm a chemist for I S Amalgamated. Recently, I stumbled on to a couple of things. The first is a compound known as XA238.
XA238 or "experimental adhesive compound number two hundred and thirty-eight", is some fascinating stuff. I discovered it quite by accident and am keeping a lid on it for the time being. The properties of 238 are unique in that they react to flesh. My discovery is inert and totally useless until it comes in contact with skin.
My experiments have shown that 238 is permanent and none of the usual solvents can or will deter its adhering ability. The other interesting property, I found totally out of need when I stuck my thumb to my earlobe, is the only way to break the dried compound is with more XA238 mixed with coffee. Good to know if you're a little clumsy like me but don't ask how I figured that one out.
The other thing I discovered, while surely of lesser importance but more germane to the story, is that my wife is a cheating slut. This is something I also discovered quite by accident as well. After much analytical scrutiny, I can't say that I'm surprised nor am I all that broken up about it.
I've come to realize that she gave me what I once lacked, a certain degree of confidence. I've attained that now and given the climate of our relationship, I can see no further need for her.
Does this sound to you as though I used her, her being Dana? Well, I can understand that, given what little you know of us as a couple. Don't be deceived though, life is a two way street. Dana has exploited me from the start and it was something that I never tried to fool myself about. Dana can be very cruel and manipulative when she chooses, which is most of the time.
When we met, it was she that approached me. I would have never, at that time, had the nerve to talk to a woman.
I was the BGOC at State, biggest geek on campus, in my senior year and never been on a date. I look much the same as I did back then, medium height, slim build, scruffy hair and glasses. Not much to attract attention, except by bullies.
Dana however, saw something in me, she said it was potential. I, being somewhat naïve, okay, a lot naïve, didn't equate potential with dollar signs. Money was not a driving factor in my life at that time.
Having a girlfriend with breasts and a real vagina was all new to me and very wonderful, even if I didn't have access to them. Just the thought of those girly parts stuffed inside her clothes was plenty, to be honest, more than I could handle at first.
As time past and I bought her an engagement ring, she endowed her womanly charms to me. It took a lot of coaching on her part, nearly a years worth, but I finally was able to hold back my ejaculation long enough to bury my penis all the way inside of her. With great care and understanding on her part and remarkable recuperative powers on mine, we were able to couple successfully.
At the time, I had no idea what I was doing and being mentally over stimulated by the whole idea of actual sexual contact with the female of the species had triggered IES (immediate ejaculation syndrome). A condition that would soon be corrected with many hours of dedicated practice and positive reinforcement.
Our marriage seemed fine for the first few years until Dana started insisting I work longer hours. She claimed that my salary wasn't commensurate to my abilities and assured me that by working longer, my superiors would soon "wise up," as she put it.
I, on the other hand, was content with the status quo. I enjoyed my time with my lovely wife and was able seek the positive reinforcement between her luscious thighs all the more often. But as with all things, what Dana wants, Dana gets. I placed my proboscis to the honing wheel and in no time at all I was promoted to senior chemist in the research lab.
The promotion put me under a great deal of stress for a period of time. You see I had never had to actually interface with subordinates before. Molecules yes, human organisms no. This supervisory function caused great consternation to my already over taxed work schedule. I found myself in, as they say, up to my eyeballs with alligators. It was now the norm for me to work upwards of eighty to a hundred hours a week just to stay even.
Dana, for reasons I couldn't quite seem to comprehend, was content with my newfound work agenda. I however was missing my conjunctive assignations with Dana's labia majora. Oh God how I missed her tight little pussy.
As I was working myself closer to an early myocardial infarction, Dana was happily frittering away the redundant capitol my longer hours were producing. She seemed happier than I'd ever seen her before and that surprised me. I was becoming melancholy about our sex life, or rather the lack there of and it didn't seem to bother her one iota. Dana, I felt, must have been missing coitus as well as she was extremely libidinous. My hypothesis clearly held no H2O, or so I thought at the time.
As I was readying myself for an important meeting I'd be attending that morning. I was in search of a new pocket protector to assure that I'd look my best. Quite by chance, while searching through Dana's nightstand drawer, I came across a vessel of thick viscous liquid. The liquid, while at first appearances looked remarkably similar to XA238, had what seemed to be the exact opposite properties. The Astrolube, as I found from scanning the label, was a lubricant.
Upon further examination, it became clear it was a personal lubricant and I was positive that Dana had no squeaky hinges. As I've said before, I'm naïve but I'm not STUPID. The connotation of the product's name alone told me to be on my guard. ASS...trolube, humph!
I called to Dana, she found me sitting with bottle still in my hand.
Looking toward her suspiciously, I asked, "Can you explain what this substance is used for?"
She hesitated for just and instant, "I... I... use it to moisturize my face while I sleep," she stuttered.
As you may imagine, my eyes rolled in disbelief. Just how gullible could she think I am? Well, as it turns out, petty gullible indeed. Her smile indicated to me that she felt her answer had appeased my curiosity. It certainly had not and for that she would pay a dividend.
Later, when I was alone in my office, I spent time reviewing the aforementioned scenario. In fact, I analyzed the entirety of our relationship. This was something I hadn't done since sometime before I asked Dana for her hand in matrimony.
In college, I was worried that if I caused Dana to question why she was interested in a geek like me, she would put an end to any chance I had of getting laid. I took a chance that what I didn't know couldn't hurt me. The only problem was that... I did indeed know she was sleeping with one of the Neanderthals on the weightlifting squad and it did hurt, it hurt like hell. I swallowed those feelings back then and went ahead with the marriage hoping that we would never have to revisit my sense of jealousy.
I was having those feelings again as I stared out the windows of my office. This time though, I knew in my heart that I couldn't, or rather wouldn't, simply close my eyes to what Dana was doing.
Newton's third law applies in this case, for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. It seemed prudent though, to first discover if in fact Dana was having an affair. A tube of Astrolube, an affair does not make. But, if she was getting' a little sumpin, sumpin on the side, the bitch was gonna pay!
My unusual behavior however, was not going unnoticed. Penelope Hathaway, one of the chemists in my department, had been watching me from the doorway.
"Is something the matter, Thomas?" she inquired.
I was caught deep in thought, "Yes, er ah... no... maybe," I sputtered.
"Would you like to talk about your troubles? It sometimes helps," she offered.
She was correct; it would help to have somebody as a sounding board to reflect on some of my dark thoughts about my less than faithful wife.
"Thank you Penelope, if you are sure it would be no trouble. It may help me resolve a personal matter but we can't talk here. Have you eaten lunch yet?"
She hadn't. I invited her to a small out of the way bistro, a quiet place where I often came.
I blurted exactly what was on my mind, "Penelope, are you aquatinted with the product Astrolube?"
Her face blushed a deep shade of red, "I have no personal knowledge of the substance you are referring to. Why, did you have something in mind?" she replied.
"Ahem... Miss Hathaway please, I didn't mean to infer... I asked because I have discovered my wife is in possession of a substantial quantity of this particular compound. She has tried, unsuccessfully, to convince me that she intends to use the Astrolube for facial care," I offered.
Penelope paused for a few seconds, "That would seem highly improbable Thomas, unless she intends to insert her face into someone's rectal cavity."
"Well, I hadn't thought of it quite that way, but since the rectal cavity certainly will not be mine, I find myself in the same predicament. Is she is doing something contrary to our marriage vows?" I concluded.
Penelope put her hand over mine, "It would certainly seem so Thomas, what do you intend to do to remedy the situation?" she queried.
"I think that is my dilemma, I fear there is no cure for what she has done to disrupt my life. While I'm not the vengeful type, I certainly have no intention of letting her escape with little or no repercussion," I sighed, "As a scientist, I feel it behooves me to prove or disprove my theorem."
We finished our meal, after which Penelope asked me to stop by a pharmacy while we were in the neighborhood. Before exiting my car, she thanked me for lunch and told me she may have a few ideas that might just uncover Dana's coquetry once and for all.
I returned to my office with a newfound hope that by some means the listless feeling of betrayal would be short lived. Lunch with an attractive woman had been exhilarating, I found myself thinking more and more of Penelope and less of Dana by the second.
It was shortly after six o'clock and I was concluding the day's tedium when Penelope appeared in my doorway.
"Could we have a brief word Thomas?" she queried.
"Of course," I managed, trying to untangle my feet from beneath my desk and rise to meet her, "Please come in."
As she walked closer she held her hand out to me and presented a small plastic container identical to the one I had found in Dana's night stand, "This should help you with the evidence you need, Thomas," she offered.
The look on my face must have been of confusion so Penelope continued, "I've added a small amount of capsaicin extract to the compound. It should light a fire in her ass if your suspicions are correct," she concluded with a devious smirk.
For the chemically challenged reader, capsaicin is the substance that puts the "hot" into hot peppers. Imagine if you will the intense heat of a habanero chili suppository. I immediately beamed form ear to ear at the irony.
