I walked to the village just to clear my head. I tried telling myself that Joey wasn't telling me the truth, but how the hell did I know? I suppose I never would find out, not unless I got my memory back. What about Harry my poor husband? Maybe I should just leave him and let him be in peace. If it ever got out that I had tried to have Harry killed would I go to prison? I mean, I have got amnesia, could I be sent to prison for something I didn't know I had tried to do?
I went to the post office avoiding the shop on purpose. I didn't want to bump into that shopkeeper again. On my way back home it started to rain. A green van pulled up next to me.
"So do you want a lift then?"
I shook my head feeling the rain soak through my top. I started walking faster and the van kept pace with me.
"I've got a delivery for you Mrs Trent. Come on get in."
I slid in next to Thomas the shopkeeper. I tugged the hem of my skirt down and he smiled.
"What delivery?" I croaked, feeling his eyes on my breasts.
"Just some groceries sweetheart, but I see you have been shopping at the post office. Are you trying to avoid me?"
I gasped and jumped, "please take your hand off my knee."
"I'm just being friendly now lover boy has gone. See you don't mind really, if you want someone to take his place then I'm willing, sweetheart," he whispered in my ear, "Besides, I think you owe me for drenching me the other night."
His fingers travelled slowly up my tan nylon covered leg. I felt my thigh shake as I just watched his hand. I winced and went rigid in the seat; I was on the verge of yelling at him. He chuckled and moved his hand away, before I said anything.
I fumbled with my keys trying to get them in the door lock. Finally I managed it as he stood behind me with the box in his arms. He followed me to the kitchen and I made sure to stand the other side of the table. He put the box down, and then he picked something from it.
"You can have these on the house, and then wear them when you come to the pub next time."
He walked away chuckling, as my shaking hands fumbled the pack of honey coloured stockings.
I tried to get him out of my head. I mean I had enough to worry about. But that afternoon I lay on the bed finger myself to an orgasm, wearing the hold ups he had given me.
I cooked Harry a steak dinner, yeah, I know, hardily compensation for trying to have him killed. Still I had made up my mind to work at our marriage. After all, he had stood by me through all the shit I had caused in his life. Even if I didn't really fancy him surely I had to try.
"Are there any more spuds left?"
I took a deep breath, "no, I'm putting you on a diet, is that OK?" I added tentatively.
He looked a little lost he obviously didn't like the idea.
We sat watching telly in the evening, and then he just came out with words that had my heart dropping through the floor.
"I heard you, the other night, with Joey," he said, not taking his eyes off the telly.
I sat on the bed crying. When he came in I looked up at him. My eyes stung and I could barely see him through the tears. He sat at my feet and pushed my skirt up to my thighs. I felt his wet lips covering my trembling stocking tops in soft kisses.
"You must hate me, why, why are you doing that?" I sobbed.
He didn't answer me he just pulled my legs open, and then he put them over his shoulders. His head went further up my thighs planting little kisses. Then I felt his tongue licking my pussy through my panties. I heard him moan and groan. I lowered my back onto the bed and looked up at the ceiling. My tears were still flowing but I was starting to enjoy what he was doing. I still didn't understand why he was doing it though.
"Why don't you kick me out? Why do you look after me?" I whimpered.
I felt his podgy fingers worm in my soaked panties. One slipped into my pussy, and I felt it quickly become coated with my juice.
"Because you are my wife, and the old Christine knew she could never leave me, or she would end up with nothing. But the new Christine, she could walk away at any time, the question is, will you?"
He pushed two fingers into me; right in as far as he could get them. I winced and watched his face.
"I'm just waiting for you to get your memory back. It should be interesting; I know you don't remember a thing now. Like I said I'm going to be firm with you. You used to deny me sex most of the time, after you had spent time teasing me, so let's just see what happens when you start to remember things."
He had me more confused than ever. But his tongue worked on my pussy, and I just let him do it. I could feel myself gushing even more; I was close now, so very close. He knelt up and looked in my eyes, his fingers slipped in and out of me so quickly I knew I wouldn't take long.
"You used to like this, you always said my fingers felt better than my cock," he hissed.
I started to shudder, building ever closer. Then he stopped and stood up. I looked at him in disbelief.
"Not nice is it, being teased and denied."
He walked out of the bedroom leaving my trembling body disappointed, and yes it wasn't very nice.
So the old me refused him sex, something I had done when I first left the hospital so he was used to that. Now he was getting his own back, I suppose he had a right. But I wasn't like the old me, surely he could see that. Oh I acted like a slut I know, but in my heart I didn't want to. He noticed the way I cringed when I was in hospital, and my wall of pillows, that until recently I had insisted upon having between us. But surely he could see I was trying for him? But why hadn't he yelled at me for going with Joey? What man would put up with his wife and his best friend, fucking around behind his back!
I went downstairs and he was back watching the telly. I moved in front of the screen and he looked up a little shocked. I had made up my mind to do this even though deep down I knew I didn't want to.
"Harry, I want you to fuck me. You are right, it isn't very nice. I want you to do whatever you want to me," I said nervously.
I felt him push into me, and this time he didn't have to be told to take his weight. He was so enthusiastic I knew I must have sent him mad, teasing and denying him in the past. I just watched him as his face tightened. It didn't take him long to shoot, mind you it never did. He panted and grunted as he thrust into me. I could see what the old me meant, his cock was thicker than his finger, but not by much. I suppose if I had married him for his money then I wouldn't have really fancied him that much. That had come across to the new Christine too!
He pulled out of me and I went to grab the tissue box.
"Leave it," he said firmly.
I still hadn't stopped in my search for something that would help me remember. It just went on hold for a time. I had tried to come to terms with what Joey had said. I must have had a plan back then; I didn't fancy Joey, and that was one part of the plan that haunted me. Did I have someone waiting in the wings? Someone who could help me understand what I was going to do, and maybe help me remember. I tried phoning my mother, I knew she and I didn't get on, but I was different now. I needed to find just one of my friends that didn't hate me; maybe my chain smoking mother could help. I tried her number several times during the course of the day. All I got was a strange bleeping noise, like the number was disconnected, or it didn't exist!
The doctor came a few days later, and I told him about the little girl with the bike, and about how I thought it was my father and me. He asked if that was all I could remember. My heart sunk as I told him it was. I was given different pills, and told to come off the old ones I had been taking in the hospital. He said the new pills were for a few weeks, and after that I could stop altogether. I still didn't see the point but they must have been doing some good. Maybe they had helped me remember about the bike. The doctor stressed that I had to keep taking pills, if I stopped now I would have to go back on the other pills and start all over again. I suppose it made sense. The doctor left and I made Harry a coffee.
"Harry, did I want children?"
He choked on the drink and looked at me like I was mad. He then composed himself and opened his mouth to answer. I realised with everything that I had been told this was a stupid question. I threw the tea towel down on the table.
"Don't answer that," I said, and ran crying from the room.
On Saturday we drove the 16 miles into town. I walked down the street on my husband's arm. Well he had asked me and I couldn't really refuse. For someone who was a few stone over weight he sure walked quickly. My little feet in the 4 inch stilettos had to almost run to keep up with him. Many sets of eyes watched my mid thigh length red flared skirt, flick with every hurried step. My boobs too jumped around like two prize fighters in a sack! I was ogled at by leg men, boob men, and I suspect bum men, only I couldn't see them do it.
I went and bought two coffees as Harry sat down. I had to stand next to 3 men that had leered at me when I came in.
"So, are you out to lunch with the boss then? I hope his wife doesn't find out."
Before I could answer him one of his mates started.
"You must be after promotion then?"
"He is my husband," I spat.
"You've got to be kidding?" the third man asked in disbelief.
I heard stifled sniggers, from two girls in their late teens that had heard the men talking to me. I quickly shot them a glare that had them shuffling away. So this was what people thought. I had married a man that they thought I couldn't possibly fancy! Was Harry and me such a strange looking couple? I sat down with the coffee as the two girls walked past us. The grins were back on there faces as they looked at us. Apart from feeling embarrassed it had my heart sinking again. The 3 men and the 2 girls were as shock as I was, but they also found it highly amusing!
"Harry can we get some new clothes?"
"I don't need any," he replied with a quizzical expression.
Just then I watched an old man run his eyes up my lacy black tights. Even when I glared at him he didn't stop gawping at me.
"Well I bloody do," I hissed in reply to what Harry had said.
"We haven't got time now. Anyway, I've got a surprise for you."
I gulped and I tried to look like I liked it, words just stuck in my throat. We walked back down the high street with Harry carrying a picture of us on our wedding day, it wasn't even wrapped! Now the whole town could see we were husband and wife!
I watched him hang it on the wall above the fire.
"So what do you think? I got Joey to leave one of his photos, I had a copy enlarged."
