Date: Mon, 23 Aug 2021 11:39:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Ronald Shearing <ronald.shearing@yahoo.com>
Subject: Unlocking Sexual Secrets 74

Unlocking Sexual Secrets

Part 74

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The dreaded liaison with Cara and Rudy went as expected, but also kind of
not as expected. In fact, at the end of the night, I felt that it was
almost back to square one with Louise, me, and our adventurous lifestyle.

Dinner itself was decent enough. It turned out Cara could cook.

Also, Cara had made a big effort getting dressed up. I had to admit she
looked very good in a slash-fronted tight deep purple velvet pants suit,
and she had this pink/gold glitter make-up thing going on at the top part
of her rounded and very visible fake cleavage. Plus, she was wearing a new
'shocking pink' hairstyle and matching make-up. And Cara always had this
hyper-erotic way of smoking, to my mind anyway, that really turned me on.

We had a lot to drink as the night progressed, which possibly I should have
seen as a precursor to some of the shit that happened later. Louise, as I
totally expected, got more than a little tipsy. The question was whether
Louise was going to end up 'Good tipsy' or 'Bad tipsy'. 'Good', I felt I
could handle. 'Bad'? I didn't really want to think about it.

After we'd eaten and switched to drinking vodka, Cara, Louise and Rudy
smoked a few joints. I didn't partake initially; weed is totally not my
scene. The fucking smell disgusts me for one thing. But at least stoned
Louise seemed to be in a very mellow mood, which I took as a good sign at
that point.

However, it did become obvious over time that Cara and Louise were doing
some blow. They didn't do it openly. But as I say, it was obvious after
they returned from a couple of 'girly' bathroom trips that some powder had
been sniffed. One time, Louise even came back from the bathroom with some
white residue stuck under her right nostril. And she wasn't so mellow as
the night went on. Her voice was getting louder for one thing. Always a bad
sign.

I myself was nervously merry/drunk by the time Cara suggested we take
things to the bedroom. As we stood up and got ready to go, Louise sternly
whispered that I should 'Behave myself'. Slightly confused, I wasn't 100%
sure exactly what she meant.

We all headed to Cara's master bedroom and got undressed quickly and
without much ceremony. Once we were all naked, Cara grabbed Louise and
demanded we all warm up with a little 'boy/boy and girl/girl'.

Louise giggled at Cara's suggestion. Rudy just shrugged, and with his back
to the girls, gave me a knowing wink. Then, kneeling down in front of me,
he took my soft dick in his mouth and soon had me going. I saw Louise look
over at me and mouth, 'Good boy!'. It seemed to me that Louise, wide-eyed
and a little dizzy-looking, was very excitable tonight. Maybe too
excitable. I had a bad feeling.

Anyway, as Rudy slurped on my stiffening dick, I realized that didn't
really want to start proceedings by coming in Rudy's mouth, so I gently
pressed up on the underside of Rudy's chin. He got the message as we both
edged down onto the bed. At this point, I thought to myself that probably
the best thing to do tonight would be to just tune out and have some fun,
which would hopefully mean I remained in Louise's good books.

As Rudy and I felt each other's cocks, I realized that I was finding this
easier than I'd thought it was going to be when Louise had first told me of
her shitty idea. I quickly took a turn blowing Rudy, who was already rock
hard. I worked Rudy's cock with my tongue, concentrating hard, as I usually
did, wondering if I'd ever become a natural at cocksucking.

We all made out on the bed for maybe five more minutes, keeping it strictly
MM and FF. Then a very loud Cara, when drunk and/or under the influence of
chemicals, Cara had a tendency to shout when she spoke, demanded we swap
right there and then. Cara seemed to be 'off the scale' excited. Even more
so than a giggly and by now slightly annoying Louise.

Suddenly, Cara loudly proclaimed that she needed her 'cunt eaten, right
fucking now!', and as she thought that I was 'the best cunt eater in the
room' (she apologized to Louise telling her that 'she was good but not as
good as Ron'), I 'better hurry up and get to it'.

I steeled myself for the obvious fact that this very likely meant that
Louise and Rudy were also about to get it on. But there wasn't much I felt
I could do about it. I mean, making a scene wasn't a real option, so we
rearranged ourselves on Cara's bed, and I leaned down to lick Cara's cunt.
I tensed, as Rudy did likewise with Louise.

I started by pushing my tongue deep into Cara's slit, scooping up as much
of her tasty cunt juice as I could. Then I changed tack, mashing Cara's
clitoris hard with as much force as I could push through the tip of my
tongue. Cara reacted, squirming as I worked her bean. She was enjoying this
a lot.

However, it wasn't too long before Cara grabbed me up and demanded that I
give her a 'good hard fucking'.

I felt it would be rude not to oblige, so I climbed on top, took a couple
of seconds to line my cock up at the entrance to Cara's wet snatch, and
pushed myself in with a quiet squelch. Well, I felt it more than heard it.
Cara let out a low moan as I penetrated her, her sticky love tunnel putting
up a token resistance as I filled her tight cunt with my now fully erect
cock. I immediately started pumping. Cara wanted a 'good hard fucking'?
That was what I was going to give her.

I darted a look over to the other side of the bed, and I saw that Louise
was fully engaged, her head moving in wild circular movements, noisily
sucking Rudy's blood-engorged cock. Rudy was leaning back, his eyes closed,
breathing heavily.

I turned back to Cara, then caught a bumpy movement to my left side. I
glanced back and watched as Louise pushed Rudy all the way down onto his
back, then climbed on top and started to fuck him enthusiastically. Louise
had gone straight to her favorite position. She wasn't messing about
tonight. As Louise started to moan, more of a hum actually, I tried to keep
my focus on Cara.

We continued, fucking pretty much conventionally, well as much as a man and
his drunk wife could actually fuck a coked-up cock-whore and her male
bisexual 'friend with benefits', 'conventionally'.

When our intro session reached its climax, Rudy came first, pushing himself
up hard from the mattress as he came in Louise's love tube with an
unsuppressed joyous roar, a growled "OHHHH! FUUUUUCK!.

Louise was next, not far behind Rudy. I felt Louise shuddering as her
orgasm built. I stared in awe as she squeezed her magnificent breasts
together, pinching her nipples hard, then breathed out a long high-pitched
moan of orgasmic ecstasy.

This set Cara off.

Tonight, she seemed to be in wailing banshee mode. As she wailed and
cursed, I found that her foul-mouthed exhortations really turned me on. As
she 'fucked' and 'cunted' a stream of verbal abuse in my direction, I upped
the pace to the max before spurting an itchy load of cum deep into Cara's
vagina. She only really calmed down when I pushed down on her quivering
waist and roughly pulled my spent cock out of her warm wet hole.


==

In the aftermath of 'Round One', the girls lit cigarettes, and it was from
that point on that things started to take an unexpected turn. And not for
the better.

After they'd crushed out their cigarette butts, the girls took a toilet
break. They were gone two or three minutes. I assumed, particularly as
they'd closed the door, that more coke was being snorted.

When Cara and Louise returned, they bounced onto the bed together. Cara
leaned over to the small bedside table and lit another two cigarettes. She
handed one to Louise, who took a deep drunken pull on it.

"Right," Cara declared loudly, "It's nearly time for Girl Power!"

Louise spurted out a cloud of smoke as she laughed loudly. I could tell she
was wasted. She was really fucking wasted.

"Oh, fuck! Cara! Do you remember the Spice Girls??? GIRL POWER!
Hahahahahahahahaha!" Louise cackled.

"Fuck them, they were shit!" Cara replied, reaching over to her side of the
bed and flicking cigarette ash into a crystal glass ashtray.

"So," Cara continued, "Fuck the Spice Girls!"

"I would have," Louise replied before breaking into an almost maniacal
short giggling fit. When she recovered, she continued, "Oh, my God! I liked
the redhead, the one that wore an England flag dress, she had great tits!
My tits were just becoming, you know, noticeable. I must have been 11, 12,
I forget exactly how old I was. Boys had started to notice me. Anyway, I
begged mom to take me to their concert at the Garden, but she wouldn't. I
sulked for a week. I got a friend to try and dye my hair ginger, but it
just made me go slightly brown. What a fuck up! Mom never even noticed my
attempt at pre-teen rebellion!"

Louise paused, it seemed thoughtfully, then took another deep drag on her
cigarette. She held her breath for a few seconds, before she exhaled a
thick plume of almost-blue smoke up towards the ceiling.

"The rest of the Spice Girls, they were kinda 'meh'," Louise further
opined. "OK, maybe the skinny dark-haired one, which one was she? She's
married to a baseball player or something."

"Posh Spice?" Rudy suggested.

"Yeah, Posh Spice, that was her. She was hot!"

"I liked the blonde," Rudy interjected, "Baby Spice. Now, she was hot! I
remember there was one ugly one. What was her nickname?"

"Ugly Spice?" I offered ironically.

"No, Ron! You know, I don't think you're taking this seriously!" Louise
glowered.

"It was Sporty Spice, right Rudy?" Louise asked.

"Yeah, that was the one, Sporty Spice. She was a mess. And I was sure she
was a lesbian," Rudy replied.

Louise took another deep pull on her Marlboro, then frowned.

"I bet Ron liked the black one best," Louise said with a sudden look of
malice on her face. "She's just like his little girl crush, that fucking
bitch Shawna!"

I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. Maybe it was the coke, I thought.
Louise had seemed to flip into a bad mood, like a fucking big red button
marked 'Pain in the ass' had been pressed. I wondered if she'd flip back
out of it anytime soon. I was pretty sure she wouldn't. Not tonight.

As I contemplated how I felt this was all about to go to shit, Cara piped
up.

"Fuck the Spice Girls!"

Then Cara shook her head.

"Maybe it's because I'm older than you guys. I was probably listening to
Sonic Youth at the time. Or The New Radicals. They had that one great
album, I forget what it was called. Anyway, I'll say it again, it's Girl
Power time! Louise, gimme my little bag of tricks. C'mon girl, hurry up, we
haven't got all night!"

As Louise leaned over to pick up a small tote bag on the floor on the left
side of the bed, I'd only just noticed it, Cara burst out laughing.

"Actually, we do have all night! What the fuck am I saying!?!"

Louise handed Cara the bag, and both girls started giggling again, like
they had some funny little secret they were keeping from Rudy and me.

I suppose this is where things started to get properly weird. Well, talking
shit about the Spice Girls in the middle of a bisexual foursome had to be
pretty fucking weird in itself. But things were about to get weirder. For
me, at least.

Cara reached into the bag and pulled something out.

"Tahdah!" she exclaimed before handing the thing to Louise.

It didn't take long to register. Big, shiny, purple. Anatomically correct,
a big shiny purple plastic cock, sculpted veins at the sides, a bulbous
head, and tangled straps hanging down from the base of the shaft.

"OK, Louise! That's your one!" Cara smiled, before sticking her right hand
back into the bag, "And here is mine!"

The second artificial cock Cara produced was matt-black in color, much less
shiny than the one Louise was now running her hands over trying to smooth
out the acrylic straps.

Cara's dildo looked about the same size as Louise's. But it appeared to
have a black latex panty section, rather than the straps like on Louise's.
And it didn't have fake veins, it was ridged a little down the sides, and
it was mushroom-tipped, but it looked smoother. Less scary.

Both fake cocks, as far as I was concerned, looked disconcertingly big. I'd
seen Louise's before of course. But now, tonight, and with what Louise and
Cara were almost certainly about to suggest, I found myself thinking it was
definitely too big.

"OK! I've got my 'Black Mamba'! Yep, that's the product name, guys! And
Louise has her purple, eh, I don't know what!"

Louise and Cara burst out laughing again.

"Eh, .." Louise looked deep in thought, "Purple, eh, eh, .. Purple Porker!"

Cara and Louise positively exploded in laughter. Rudy giggled slightly. I
didn't laugh at all.

"So, anyways boys," Cara continued when she and Louise had eventually
calmed down, "After you've gone and got us a bottle of Moet and four
glasses, Rudy, and we've toasted the successful start to a very sensual
evening, Louise and I are gonna lube up your tight assholes, and then it's,
.. wait for it .. GIRL POWER!"

Another explosion of uncontrollable laughter spread over the girls' part of
Cara's large bed.

I now fucking hated the Spice Girls MUCH more than I did when I was a kid.


==

I drank my champagne nervously, and even took a hit of another joint that
Cara had rolled and was passing around.

Now, the thing was, Louise and I had always said we could say 'No' if there
was something we needed to say 'No' to. And this was now very close to
something I felt I needed to say 'No' to.

After the joint was done, we had another drink. I probably nervously
guzzled about half the bottle to myself. Then the girls smoked another
cigarette.

When both cigarettes were extinguished, the look on Louise and Cara's faces
told me that it was time.

I took a deep breath, but I remained silent as Cara helped Louise attach
her purple acrylic dick. Fuck, it seemed to get bigger every time I looked
at it.

At first, I thought that Louise's 'thing' looked like a 'thong'. It had a
thick elasticated strap that Louise attached around her waist. Cara then
squatted behind Louise and carefully adjusted some straps that she pulled
through between Louise's legs and between her firm butt cheeks. Cara
concentrated as she tightened them. I gulped as I caught a glimpse of
Louise's purple monster jerking upwards as Cara made some final
adjustments.

As Louise made some final tweaks herself, I realized the whole fucking
setup actually looked more like a jockstrap. Only with a massive purple
cock sticking out front.

Louise then helped Cara squeeze into the Black Mamba's very tight latex
crotch section. Well, it was open crotch, but I suppose the panty-like
setup still had a crotch. Right?

It took Louise and Cara a while to get Cara organized. It reminded me of
someone trying to squeeze into a wetsuit.

Eventually, once Cara had squeezed herself fully in and centered the 8-
inch-plus dick piece to her satisfaction, she looked over at Rudy and me.

I wasn't hard at all, but I noticed that Rudy had started to stroke his
dick.

"Rudy, you know where the lube is."

Rudy walked over to a dresser, opened a drawer, and then returned with a
small cylindrical container of lubricant. The kind that was manufactured by
a condom company.

"OK, boys, assume the position!"

Cara put her hand on Louise's shoulder.

"Louise, we'll do it like I showed you when we tried out. Remember? Takers
on the edge of the bed. Givers standing up. Except tonight I'm a giver."

Louise had a try out? I wondered when the fuck that had happened?

Louise looked at me and smiled. A dirty smile, rather than a nice one.
Possibly she read my facial expression.

"Ron, we had a little dry run.."

"Except, I wasn't very dry!" Cara blurted out with a cackle before Louise
could finish.

".. while you were down on Long Island on business," Louise concluded.

Before this sunk in, I heard an "OK, chop chop!" as Cara commanded that we
squat.

I tried to give Louise a look. A 'I don't want to do this' type look. She
raised her eyebrows and pursed her lips, then whispered a firm persuasive
'No, you're doing it, Ron! Don't you fucking dare!'.

Fuck.

As Rudy squatted on the bed first, I hesitated. Louise stepped close to me,
put her hand on my ass, and kissed me. We kissed for a few seconds.
Louise's mouth was warm and forceful, definitely not tender. When she
pulled her lips from mine, I squatted down obediently on the bed on my
knees next to Rudy. It was all I could feel I could do.

After a few seconds, I felt Cara and Louise move behind me. I caught the
soft wet sound of someone, I assumed Cara, releasing some lube onto her
hands. I felt Rudy tense next to me, then let out a deep breath. A couple
of seconds later I flinched as I felt a cold wet finger present itself at
the entrance to my anus. The finger carefully pushed in, and I felt that
familiar initial pain which thankfully almost immediately subsided.

Then I felt Cara, it was Cara for sure, I caught the feel of latex against
my left butt-cheek, push her finger in further, then slowly withdraw. I
heard her apply some more lube, then she re-fingered my asshole, this time
with what felt like two fingers, which she started to pivot in a circular
motion.

"Louise, Ron's ass is very tight, give me a few more seconds, baby."

Possibly ten seconds later, it felt longer, Cara pulled her fingers out.

"OK, Louise. You do me, I'll do you. But first, kiss me. God, I am so
fucking turned on!"

I heard quiet slippery noises, as Louise and Cara kissed and squirted lube
onto their silicon cocks.

Fuck. I dry-swallowed. Could I do this?

Fuck. If it got too much would Louise stop if I asked her?

In fact, would it even be Louise who was doing me the whole time? What if
it was Cara? Or they swapped? Shit, I wasn't enjoying even the thought of
this, and I knew things were about to get bad.

If I wasn't too keen on taking a real honest-to-goodness actual cock in my
ass, and I wasn't, even when it was a hot shemale cock, just how bad was
this going to be?

"OK, Cara, looks like we're ready," I heard Louise say.

"These boys better be fucking ready!" Cara replied with another giggle.

I heard Louise and Cara kiss again. I was too scared to turn around.

"Louise, the way you said. You do Ron. I'll do Rudy. Sorry, Rudy, you've
got plain old me again!"

I now did look back and saw Cara line up behind Rudy, and I felt Louise
stand behind me just outside of my peripheral vision.

Jesus. This was happening.

Louise put her left hand on the base of my spine.

"OK, Ron, so, you can't get enough of my ass, eh? When I let you, anyway.
You fucking want it all the time. Now, let's see how you like it!"

I tensed. The tone of Louise's voice was not friendly, or sympathetic, or
even grateful that her modern adventurous husband was about to let her ass-
rape him. I suddenly got ready to shout 'No', when I felt my asshole slowly
stretch open and an electric-shock type bolt of pain suddenly pulsed
through my entire body as Louise deeply penetrated me with her big plastic
dick.

My eyes screwed shut involuntarily, and I thought I was going to break some
teeth as my jaw clamped shut. Louise paused and I let out a single long
breath and as I expelled the air from my lungs. I realized it was actually
more of a subliminal whine, rather than a straightforward exhalation of
breath.

Rudy jerked forward next to me about a second later. Cara was in.

"OK, Louise, hold it for a second. Let Ron's ass get used to it. Wait a few
seconds 'til his ass wants it. That's it!"

As I tried somehow to relax, my only thought was 'Fuck you, Cara'. I made a
mental note to fuck Cara's ass hard when I next got the chance.

"OK, Louise, back a little, that's it, take it slow. You want Ron to enjoy
this, right?"

Louise didn't reply.

I was now very sure that Louise actually didn't want me to enjoy this.
Maybe she thought this anal aversion therapy would stop me asking to fuck
her in the ass ever again?

"OK, girl, you're on your own now! I know how Rudy likes it. Rudy, get a
good grip of your cock, you're about to receive maximum Girl Power!"

I opened my eyes and glanced at Rudy. He caught my look. He looked pretty
intense, but he looked like he was very eager for Cara to fuck him. Me? I
just slowly averted my gaze from Rudy's, and closed my scared little eyes
once more.

Rudy started grunting, pleasurably I thought, as Cara started firmly
prodding her fake dick in and out of his shitter.

Louise then filled my insides with pain once more as she pushed herself in
even deeper. Then she started fucking me, slowly at first, but it seemed
that she soon forgot my lack of experience in taking a cock in my ass. She
very quickly started banging away at a similar pace to Cara. In fact, she
started to fuck my ass even more violently.

As she thrusted harder, I heard Louise hissing behind me, her exultations
soon becoming more audible over Rudy's ever louder grunts.

"Take it you cunt! Take it! Fucking take it, you fucking faggot! Fag bitch!
See how you like it, you fucking bitch!"

I hadn't expected Louise to be like this, but it was pretty much all I
could do to grit my teeth and try not to scream. Between the alcohol and
the coke, it looked like Louise now had no inhibitions about letting me
know her true feelings. I felt angry in response.

As my ass became acclimated to the 'Purple Porker', the agonizing pain of
Louise's first thrusts subsided. But this was by no means a pleasurable
experience for me, and I concentrated on thinking that this would
eventually be over. It was like when I was at the dentist getting a
filling. Although this seemed more of a root canal vibe.

After what seemed an age, Rudy stopped groaning and started to mouth quiet
expletives, and then I felt his body stiffen next to me. I opened my eyes
and watched as orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed Rudy's face. He shook as his
cock started to spill his love juice onto the bedsheets.

After Rudy's orgasm subsided, Cara pulled out and stepped away from the
bed. I noticed that when Rudy had started to climax, Louise had slowed down
considerably.

It was then, after one final thrust, that Louise withdrew her 'Purple
Porker' from my aching asshole with an audible 'plop'.

As my ass muscles contracted a little, I issued an audible sigh of relief.

Cara then put her hand down on my back.

"Ah, I see that you didn't come, Ron. Don't be too disappointed, Louise.
Maybe next time. Mark my words. He'll start liking it more and more until
he's begging you for it. Ron, next time play with your dick."

Next time, Cara? Like it more and more? You're fucking kidding me, I
thought.

Without asking, Cara turned me over, and practically threw me down on the
bed before sucking me off. I came powerfully, but as I shot my load into
Cara's lipstick smeared, pink-lipped mouth, a dull pain pulsed deep in my
asshole in time to my spurts.


==

I was less than impressed after the ass-fucking session, and while a coked-
up Louise acted distantly as she chain-smoked, we finished another bottle
of Champagne. I drank a lot faster than the others. I probably had two-
thirds of the bottle on my own this time.

Cara pissed me off some more when she made her final pronouncement for the
night.

"Boys! Louise and I have decided. We girls are sleeping together. You two
can fuck off to your room, Rudy!"

Louise looked at me in a semi-daze. She was totally wasted. Worst I'd seen
her, since, well, since fuck knows when.

"And we're having fun, Ron. So don't mind me, you and Rudy can have some
fun too," Louise slurred.

"Yeah," Cara added. "You two fags go and have some faggot fun and leave us
lesbians alone! Now fuck off already!"

Louise found this funny and broke into a long giggle. I didn't find it
funny.

I really didn't like this chemically-altered version of my wife. I took a
mental note to tell her, no, I guess 'ask her', to stop doing coke. I'd
wait a couple of days. Louise never liked being pulled up when she had a
hangover. And I was pretty sure Louise was heading for at least a two-day
hangover when she came down.

But most of all I made a mental note to do something that would piss Louise
off. Big style. Two could play her game.

Next time I got the opportunity, I told myself, I would do something behind
her back, that if she ever found out about it would REALLY piss her off.
Like a private joke between me and myself. And I already had a few ideas.

As Rudy and I left the room, it struck me that I'd felt more accepting of
my situation after the party at Barry's and Annette's than I felt now. It
was like one step forward, two steps back.

One thing I knew. Any group activity with Cara and Rudy from now on was
likely to be poison. And would always be poisonous as far as I was
concerned. Tonight had opened my eyes to a side of Louise I didn't even
want to acknowledge right now.

I decided I was going to put a stop to it. No more with Cara and Rudy, I
told myself. And if Louise didn't like it? Well, I'd deal with that when I
had to.

I also had an out-of-the-box idea on how I could end things with Cara and
Rudy without a damaging fight with Louise.

In fact, I thought that the idea was so good, it could possibly kill two
birds with one stone. But maybe it was just the Champagne buzz, and my idea
was totally fucking lame.


==

When we got into bed, Rudy wanted to talk about the earlier 'pegging'
session. He actually had to explain to me what 'pegging' was, I'd never
heard that phrase before.

I stopped him before we got into it too much. I really didn't want to talk
about it.

Then I asked him if he'd do one thing for me, and I was glad when he
agreed. I felt he could tell I wasn't in a great place mentally and I think
he agreed simply to keep me happy.

So, I propped Rudy's head up on two pillows, and re-enacted Dom fucking my
mouth in the hotel on Long Island, this time with me the one doing the
mouth fucking.

As my cock slipped in and out of Rudy's mouth, I closed my eyes and thought
only of Dom. When I felt myself about to come, I pulled my dick out of
Rudy's mouth. But my deep desire to cover Rudy's face in a fountain of cum
didn't really materialize. I pulsed a first smallish blob of sperm onto
Rudy's cheek before he managed to re-swallow my dick, and I finished my
orgasm in Rudy's mouth.

It was a decent enough orgasm, it's just there wasn't a lot of sperm.

I was in a disappointed and thoughtful mood when I lay down and prepared to
sleep next to Rudy. Eventually, after running a lot of shit through my
mind, and after Rudy had started to snore lightly, I fell asleep.


==

In the morning, I woke up next to Rudy with a raging hardon. I woke him up
by sucking his sweet cock, and when he was fully awake I pushed him down on
the bed on his front and slowly and gently ass-fucked him.

After I'd climaxed in his asshole, I flipped Rudy over and sucked him off.
When he came, he filled my mouth with a very salty dose of extremely thick
first-thing-in-the-morning cum, which I swallowed with pleasure.

Rudy and I then showered and had breakfast. While we ate some scrambled
eggs, I wasn't very talkative, and Rudy didn't push it.

The girls eventually came down around midday. Louise looked bad, and it was
clear she had puked up, at least once. Shit, her face even had a green
tinge to it.

Cara seemed quieter than usual and surprised me while I was washing up in
her kitchen area when she walked up behind me and tenderly kissed my neck.
Louise was too fucked to notice. She was lying on the couch groaning with
her eyes closed. Rudy was on his phone, messaging Grainger.

When we drove home, Louise puked up again. Thankfully I had given her a
plastic bag for the inevitable eventuality, but the bilious smell was
totally fucking disgusting. I wondered if the smell would clear in time for
my drive to work the next day.

Louise went straight to bed when we got home. I guess anything I wanted to
talk about related to the previous night's events was going to have to
wait.

I sat on the couch and drank orange juice as I started to run the various
threads of my Cara and Rudy exit plan through my head. It was in no way a
risk-free undertaking. But if I played it right and it worked, I felt that
the benefits outweighed the risk. Like signing a once dominant pitcher who
had had Tommy John surgery. High risk. High reward.

I just needed to plan it and execute it right.




TO BE CONTINUED