[When I have read stories in the Loving Wives section they have been about cheating. This one belongs in the section, and IMHO the section should be called "Cheating." There is no explicit sexual activity in this story. If the Sisterhood Pact catches on, for real, cheating will decline. Your comments and votes are encouraged.]
"Donna, are you home?" Shannon's voice called through the door. "Donna?"
Shannon had called Donna's phone for three days running and had gotten the answering machine each time. Now she was standing on Donna's porch. In her left hand she held a bag with dinner for two in it, and a bottle of good wine. Her right hand pounded on the door.
Five minutes passed with no response. She put the bag down and went to her car. She came back with a folding camp chair. She was determined to see Donna. She sat down and knocked, again. She knocked every three or four minutes.
Twenty minutes later the street lights came on. She knocked on the door again. Under her breath she said, "I should have brought a hammer. My knuckles are getting sore."
The door opened. Donna stood there holding onto the door and the door frame, looking like death, slightly warmed. Her hair hadn't been brushed in days, no make up, red puffy eyes and streaked mascara at least two days old. She was in a huge t-shirt with spills on the front and she was barefoot.
"Don't you know better than to keep waking the dead?" Donna asked.
"You can't die! You need permission and I didn't give it to you. Sit down, you need to eat!" She pushed into the house and set up dinner. She turned on lights too. In the process she found three empty wine bottles and tossed them in the trash. Donna pulled the bottle of wine from the dinner bag and Shannon took it away from her.
"When you have eaten half your dinner you can have half a glass. Sit."
Donna was beyond fighting. She sat. Shannon opened and dished out the two dinners, putting Donna's in front of her. A salad, grilled salmon, new potatoes and green beans. Donna picked up a green bean with her fingers and ate it. Shannon thought that was a good sign.
When half her dinner was eaten Donna got half a glass of wine. She drank it like a lady. At least one of the empty bottles Shannon had tossed had been emptied directly from the bottle into Donna. No glass at all.
When the meal was finished Shannon cleaned up. She refilled both glasses with wine and said, "Ok. Spill."
Donna looked at her friend and thought, 'Where do I begin?'
"Remember when we went to college?" Both women were almost forty. College was a long time ago.
"You are holed up suffering over something from college!"
Donna waved her arms. "Answer me! Remember the pact we made about the sisterhood? How none of us would ever cheat with a married man because of the sisterhood?"
"You fucked a married man?" Shannon almost screamed it.
"No! I didn't." She sipped the wine. "But your sister did!"
"Andrea did! Are you sure? Did she tell you?"
"No. The married man she's fucking told me! My own husband! Where do you think they are right now? They are at a B&B in Santa Barbara. He told me as he was packing. Dan also told me he wants a divorce."
"Jesus! I don't know what to say."
"I figured out that you didn't know when you camped out on my porch. I feel so used, violated, dissed." Her tears just flowed, unnoticed by her.
"When is Dan coming home?"
"Is this his home? I have no idea."
"Other than cry and get drunk, what have you done?"
"That's about it."
"We need to get into action. First, you need a shower and clean clothes." She stood and all but dragged Donna into the bathroom. She turned on the water and stripped Donna and herself. They got into the shower and got Donna clean, hair shampooed and teeth brushed. Shannon considered having Donna shave but figured she just cut her legs open. She grabbed a fresh razor and shaved Donna. She met no resistance. Donna had always had a landing strip of hair just above her slit, half an inch wide and two inches long. When she got out of the shower, it was gone.
Shannon got her dressed and into the kitchen. She made some calls and pretty soon three other of their friends were there. They packed boxes and marked them Dan. They were stacked on his side of the garage. One of their friends was married to a family law attorney. She called him and set him in motion to divorce Dan.
By ten that night Donna was sober, her house was clean and she was starting to deal with her issues. Shannon decided she would stay the night. If Dan came home she would be a witness and if he didn't she'd be there for Shannon.
