"Son of a bitch!" He cursed. This man was really big. I once saw this pro-football player on the subway and he seemed to take up the entire rear of the car in which he was standing and this guy was built like him. No way I could fight my way out but maybe cajole or just plain lie. My mind raced.
The man shook his head and asked me in an unnervingly calm voice, "So what did she tell you?"
"Huh?" I said dumbly.
"Did she say I was cheating on her?" I nodded my head yes. "Did she say I was a doctor?"
I shook my head no and said, "she said you are a lawyer."
He smirked and then said, "And I suppose she told you I was off cheating on her this morning." I nodded dumbly again in agreement. "Jesus Christ Evy, can't you at least keep your stories consistent?"
He wasn't mad and I was confused. I looked at Evy and she didn't seem afraid so I figured she was made of iron or something else was afoot.
"So what did she say my name is?" He didn't wait for an answer though and continued, "Ah fuck, it doesn't matter. " He walked towards the bed and held out his hand to me and said, "My name's Harry."
"Hi Harry," I said timidly and shaking his hand, "I'm Peter." His grip was like a vise but fortunately for me he released my hand quickly.
He took in a deep breath and said, "Listen, it doesn't matter much what Evy told you. The truth is, well, Evy doesn't know much about the truth and even though she knows she's lying half the time she does nothing to change that." He shook his head and continued. "Evy's a slut, a whore but I love her. I'm sure she told you we are getting divorced or something but that's just not the case. God knows why but I love her but I do and she loves me in her own very screwed up way. We've gone to a number of professionals and they'll evenly split on her condition. Some say she's a nymphomaniac and others she just has the tendencies but really isn't one. We've been married for 19 years and she's been this way for 19 years. I should have been suspicious when she insisted on taking care of the details for my bachelor party that had two girls come and strip for us and fuck us. I wouldn't have thought she'd want me to fuck her but the girl gave me a note from Evy when she arrived that said I could enjoy her any way I wanted and she had underlined the words 'any way'."
I looked at Evy and she shrugged. "I'm just that kind of girl," she said with a giggle as if this were just so much fun.
"Evy, tell him who I was with this morning."
"Harry!" She replied showing her objection.
"Just do it!" He commanded.
"My sister."
"Huh?" I asked surprised.
"He was fucking my sister. It's a long story but she's kind of a sad case and she likes Harry a lot."
""Well, see there," Harry replied. "That's just not true. You see, she can't help but lie. I wasn't fucking her sister, although I have, I was fucking her best friend and she knows that because she dropped me off there early this morning." Then as if a light went on he said, "I'll bet she picked you up at the coffee shop this morning."
I was getting a sick feeling in my stomach. I was feeling set up and I was feeling used. I didn't like either. Harry told me about his wife in more detail than I cared to hear although it was interesting. He told me how madly in love he was with her when they were first married so much so that the first couple of times he caught her cheating he'd always forgive her. They had gone to marriage counseling and to couples counseling and various sorts of individual counseling all of whom seemed to agree that he'd be better off getting a divorce and leave Evy to the psychiatric professionals. But he said there was something childlike about her that made him want to forgive her every time she cheated and that became a lot and in short order. He tested her by asking for a threesome which she arranged and then swinging which she loved and once even an orgy of sorts which he couldn't stomach. Finally they'd reached an agreement about keeping her sexual escapades out of their house and away from his view. She'd done really well most of the times although she'd slipped up a couple of times.
"So when Evy's best friend Melissa broke up with her husband I confided in her how I'd always had the hots for Melissa and Evy arranged it. So now you've got to be thinking we're both fucking nuts right?"
I nodded my head yes.
Harry took another deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look at her, she's gorgeous isn't she?"
I nodded yes.
"And believe it or not she has a heart of gold and wouldn't hurt a flea except sexually. Evy's worked at the homeless shelter for Thanksgiving and goes on all those long walks for all those causes, breast cancer and hunger and what not. Every Christmas she makes this feast for me and my family. My parents think she's some saint. And here's the thing. When Evy and I are together, physically I mean, I am the only man in the world. She never flirts with other men or even takes notice of them. When I'm with her she makes me feel wonderful. I have trouble with what she does of course but what can I do? I'm not going to divorce her, she really loves me."
