Sara woke up wondering what smelled so bad. Then she knew...it was Billy, her high school sweetheart and husband. She had married him nine years ago, when he weighed 180 pounds. Now, he must be close to 270, all of it in the sagging gut that hung over his belt. She laughed to herself as she wondered if he could still see his shrunken little weenie when he went to the bathroom.
She was a pretty girl from a poor Southern family, what some folks call trailer trash. Sara was, however, anything but trash. She had worked her way through college, and now she supported the lump of flab that was smelling up the bedsheets. She had started her own book keeping business, and worked at a desk tucked into a corner of their living room. The rest of the room was crammed with tacky used furniture, old hunting trophies, and Billy's NASCAR memorabilia collection.
Billy was supposed to have taken over his dad's owner-operator trucking business, but he lost his CDL shortly after they married. A couple of DUI's had screwed that up. Since then, Billy divided his time between swilling beer with his friends and watching ESPN. About once a week a drunken Billy would demand a blow job or mount her like a deranged hippopotamus for what passed for sex. She read sappy dime-store novels for romantic diversion, and would sometimes masturbate while her heroic knight in armor was out drinking. Thankfully, they had no children. She took The Pill and let Billy think she was barren. The thought of breeding more Billies made her shiver. Such was Sara's so-called "life."
As the years went by, she often thought of why she stayed with Billy. She had grown up "churched" and was trapped in all of that holy love, honor, and obey business. Her religious background had taught her that everything was "God's plan," but she began to wonder if this God wasn't a sadistic voyeur who delighted in her suffering. Faith wasn't going to find Billy a job or satisfy her need for romance. She began to wonder if she deserved better.
Oh, well, she thought to herself, might as well get busy. She had promised herself some fashion shopping today so she could make a good impression on potential clients. As she stepped into the bathroom, she checked herself out in the mirror. Not bad, she thought. She wasn't a 16 year old cheerleader anymore, but at 27 she was a slim, mature woman with long, thick blond hair and a nice figure.
As she ran her hands over her body as she showered, she longed for the lean young athlete she had married. People change, she told herself. She had made a vow, and she was stuck with her choice. Or was she? Adultery was grounds for divorce, but an affair for her was out of the question. But what about Billy? No, that's a laugh, she thought. Nobody but a desperate hooker or half-blind bar slut would touch him. Dammit, she thought, there had to be a way out.
With a sigh of resignation she left Billy's beer allowance on the coffee table and headed off to the mall. She walked into an up-scale fashion shop that seemed appealing and started looking over the professional business attire on the racks. As she was checking out a smart-looking blue skirt suit, a voice came from behind, "No, that one isn't you."
She turned to see a tall, slender, raven-haired beauty of a woman smiling with one hand on her hip. "Jackie!" Sara exclaimed, "It's so good to see you!" Jackie had been Sara's Best Friend Forever in high school, but graduation, marriage, and careers had caused them to drift out of touch.
The two old friends hugged and giggled for a moment, and talked about what each of them were doing these days. They decided to head for the food court for some lunch and old times. Jackie listened to Sara's tale of misery, but when Sara mentioned looking for a way out Jackie cut her off abruptly.
"Billy was such a stupid jock in school. He'd be easy to set up for a trap." Jackie cooed with a tone of slyness. "When I found out Bobby was internet chat-cheating on me, I turned the tables on him and came out way ahead." Jackie gave Sara a coy little wink just for emphasis.
"I thought you caught Bobby on video with some internet floozy who turned out to be a hooker," Sara said.
Jackie gave Sara a mischievous smile and told her, "Yeah, the hooker I paid for!"
Sara's jaw dropped as Jackie continued, "The stupid ape really thought he had pulled a slick Don Juan act on a good-looking babe on his own!" Both girls shook with laughter, and then calmed down to a thoughtful silence.
