The Affair
6. And in this corner…
Thursday, April 16th 2020
7:35 PM
"Damn him! Damn me! Damn it all, anyway! Why did he have to bring up all that crap. This was going so well! Now here I am, walking away from what very well could be the best thing to ever happen to me, again! THE SECOND TIME!"
Sam got in her truck and blazed out of the parking lot, heading for home…
"Damn it! I know this is right! Why do I have to be such a bitch, and why does he have to be such a wimp!"
Arriving at her apartment complex, Sam whips her truck into the parking stall and mumbles and rants the entire way to her apartment…
"Damn it! Why does Carly have to know? And why the hell is Carly always fucking right! Damn it!"
Entering her apartment, she gets the missing papers for the next days meeting, sorts through her mail and makes herself a screwdriver, minus the orange juice…
"Damn him! Why does he have to be so damn good looking! Why does he have to be such an incredible lover! Why does he have to be so kind and helpful! Why does he have to have such gorgeous eyes and an ass that gives me shivers! Why does he have to be so fucking considerate! Damn him! Why does he have to still love me after all this time… I'm almost positive he does… DAMN!"
Sam finishes her drink, and sits down…
"Damn it! Why do I have to still love him…"
Thursday, April 16th 2020
7:35 PM
Fred paid the tab, and wandered out to his car. He was still in shock, and undecided about what he should do. He pulled out onto the street, and noticed a small neighborhood bar just up ahead. Parking was on the side, and the lot was nearly deserted. So was the bar, perfect. He thought about having a couple shots of bourbon, but since he'd be driving, decided on a beer instead.
"Why did things have to be so messed up? He'd wanted her for years. Now, here he was, sitting in a bar, drinking, all because of her and her damn goofball ideas! An affair, screw that! They had been together nearly constantly for a week. I couldn't ask for a better partner. Damn her, anyway!"
Fred started to get a little worked up, he pounded his fist on the bar, causing the bartender to take notice.
"Fucking hell" he thought "the moment Carly finds out, it's over… BULLSHIT! That is so a load of crap… where does that woman get off treating me that way, then just walking away. Damn it! Damn her! And damn me besides… I love her… Shit!"
Fred finished his beer, and slams the bottle on the bar. He looks up at the bartender, standing just across the bar from him.
"I'll have another, please"
"Nah, ya won't buddy" the bartender says "look bud, only two reasons guys like you, whose never been here before, come in here acting like that. My second guess first, do you play the ponies?"
Fred shook his head, no.
"Ok then, it's a gal, right?"
Fred nods his head, yes.
"Ok then buddy, diddja screw up, with some other gal?"
"No." Fred said.
"Alright then buddy, do you love her?"
"Yes." Fred said.
"Ok then, look… Women are nuts, right? So go talk her outa her tree and you'll be a happy camper. Assuming the gal loves you, it can't miss. Just go talk to her. Gals love the talk it out crap. Just do it. Don't get plastered, just go find her and talk. And whatever you do, don't call her. Face to face is the only way!"
Fred nods his head and gets up and gets in his car. The bartender smiles at his handiwork… "I should a been a shrink, but he left a nice tip!" he thought…
Thursday, April 16th 2020
8:20 PM
"Well hell… I guess I had better call and talk to the dork. No, this needs to be face to face. I'd hate talking to someone on the phone about this. It's got to be in person."
Sam grabs her paperwork and heads back out to the parking area, gets in her truck and drives to Fred's house. Earlier in the week they had exchanged house keys, so she lets herself in. It doesn't look like he had even been there since this morning.
Fred leaves the bar, and drives over to Sam's apartment and lets himself in. He could tell she had been there, but no sign of her now.
"Fine, I'll just stay here until she gets back then…"
"Fine, I'll just stay here until he gets back then…"
Thursday, April 16th 2020
9:30 PM
"Damn it! Where is she?"
"Damn it! Where is he?"
Thursday, April 16th 2020
10:30 PM
"Damn it! Where is she?"
"Damn it! Where is he?"
Thursday, April 16th 2020
11:30 PM
"This chair of hers is comfortable, but I can't fall asleep! Where the hell is she?"
"I'm tired, I'm going to put on my night gown and get some sleep. I'll wake up when he gets here. He better have a damn good reason for being out this late!"
Friday, April 17th 2020
2:45 AM
"Darn it! I did fall asleep… Where the hell is Sam? Screw this, I'm going home…"
Friday, April 17th 2020
3:10 AM
Freddie parks his car under the car port at the side of his house, and lets himself in. He notices Sam's jacket hanging over the back of a kitchen chair… what the? There she is, sleeping like a baby, in my bed. Fred goes back outside and gets a plastic bucket that's just about two thirds full of ice cold rain water. Going back in the house, Fred stands next to the bed, and pours the icy water over the sleeping Sam…
That's when the poop hit the propeller.
Oh my... better put on your helmets. This could be world war 3! As always thanks so much for the reviews. I know, short chapters, but they all have a reason, I hope! ;)
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