As always this shit ain't mine...Wish it was though...All rights to their respective owners.

I recently got a review from the Fishermans Wife asking about whether it was a supe store or an all human story...I didn't really think about it until I got the review. It's probably gonna be an all human story.

Thanks for your kind reviews...didn't deserve them though...i cried when I read them (actually – no joke)...ok so on with the chapter...any ideas for plot let me know...have no ideas at all as to where I'm gonna take this at all...just writing it as it comes to me.

SPOV

My hands were shaking that much I could hardly get the door opened, finally I did. And what I saw when the door opened is something I will never want to remember but will never be able to forget. It was an image that would haunt me for the rest of my life. My whole life. It was the image of my husband's backside going up and down, up and down in the bed. Grunting and groaning. And to top things off, I wasn't the one making him grunt and groan. This wasn't good. This really wasn't good. I stood there, wanting to scream, shout and maybe through a hissy fit or two, but I was paralysed. Paralysed with shock. I couldn't move my lips or my tongue. Suddenly out of nowhere I heard a woman's voice. The woman's voice. The woman in my bed. The woman my so-called faithful husband was fucking. In my bed.

"Oh Bill...fuck...harder...keep going...Bill...oh God..."

I recognised the voice. I knew that voice from somewhere. I just couldn't place it. I knew it. Still I couldn't make myself speak. It was only when Bill spoke his next words did I realise who it was:-

"Oh fuck...rabbit...give it to me...yeah...that's it...keep going...don't stop".

Rabbit. Huh. Well that brought back memories. Bad memories. Really bad memories. Just hearing that name was enough to snap me out of my reverie and almost immediately, my voice came back to me.

"What the fuck is going on here?" I screeched, hardly able to recognise my own voice. The noise was enough for the movements to stop and the moaning and groaning to cease.

Slowly but surely, Bill turned around and when he saw that it was me standing before him, hurriedly he got up off of the bed. His raging boner (ha! he should be so lucky – the thing is about 2cm long when erect) standing between a fully clothed me and a butt naked Bill standing straight up (no pun intended) in front of me.

"Sookie...I didn't mean for any of this to happen...I love you...Please...Lorena doesn't mean anything to me...It wasn't meant to happen...Please...I love you...I can't live without you...I need you."

I just ignored him. He wasn't worth my time. It was like he didn't even exist anymore to me. He was history. I walked over to the edge of the bed, turned towards Lorena and slapped her. Hard. On the side of the face.

I then watched Bill reach down and pick up a cushion in order for to cover his boner – for why I do not know – its not something that anyone would willingly look at. Even, I as his, wife, say that it is nothing special and has done nothing decent for me. Ever. All of a sudden, Rihanna's Take A Bow came into my head – I don't know why, it just did.

"But you put on quite a show,

really had me going

But now it's time to go,

curtain's finally closing

That was quite a show,

very entertaining

But it's over now

(But it's over now)

Go on and take a bow"

I proceeded to walk out of the room and when I reached the landing, I had an idea. An excellent idea, even if I do say so myself. I slowly turned towards the bathroom, lifted the laundry basket, and walked back into the bedroom. When I was there, I quickly opened the top drawer of the chest of drawers that contained the majority of Bill's clothes. I tipped the entire drawer into the basket and proceeded to the wardrobe where the rest of Bill's clothes were held. I tipped them into the basket too. And when I found his shoes in they went too. By this stage 99% of Bill's clothes were in the basket. The only ones left were the ones that were lying on the floor on the landing. They were next for the basket. I even included "Rabbits" clothes too in the wash basket.

"Sookie...love...what are you doing?" Bill stuttered as he followed me into the landing.

"I'm taking out the rubbish Bill" I answered "What does it look like I am doing?"

So, down the stairs I marched, with the clothes basket under one arm and Bill still following me. Naked. Lorena still hadn't made it out of the bed yet. Slowly, I turned the corner, walked down the hall, into the kitchen, opened the back door, walked outside, walked for a couple of minutes – with Bill standing watching me from the back porch.

I set the basket down. "Shit" I said to myself. I forgot to bring something out of the house with me. I walked back into the house, through the kitchen, down the hall and into the sitting room where I lifted the box of matches from behind the clock (they were normally used to light the fire), put them into my pocket and went back outside.

Once I was standing beside the laundry bin, I healed it upside down so that the entire contents of the basket landed on the gravel.

"Sookie...baby...talk to me please...you know I can't take it when you don't speak to me...please..." I stayed silent. I was concentrating on my task. I knew if I got distracted, I would only bottle it. I wouldn't be able to do it. So I ignored him.

I quickly walked over to my car and retrieved the petrol jar from the boot I keep there for emergencies. Opened the jar, and poured some all over the clothes. I replaced the lid, set it behind my car (I'd have to remind myself to put that back in the boot later) and took the matches out of my pocket. I lit one. I dropped it onto the pile of rags that was once formerly Bill's clothes.

"No...no..Sookie...please don't burn my clothes...I love you..." Bill stuttered.

I turned around, faced him and said, slowly, softly and clearly "If you loved me you would not have done this to me. I just have one question for you. I want you to answer me honestly. How long has this being going on for?"

"...This was the first time it happened...I swear it...You have to believe me." I almost did believe him, Until I realised that there was a trail of sweat trickling down his forehead. The only sign that he was lying. I wouldn't have known otherwise.

"Bullshit Bill...You planned this...if it was unintentional you would not have had time to lock the door, shut the bedroom door, close the bedroom curtains and your clothes would not have been all over the landing. You planned this. Get out of my house. Leave. Never Come Back" I was spitting nails by the end of the sentence. All of my anger suddenly coming to me.

"But...but...what am I supposed to wear? You've just gone and burnt all of my clothes. I can't go anywhere like this. People will see my weaner." Bill stuttered at me.

I laughed. "I guess you should've thought about that before you went and screwed that bitch Lorena. Have you any idea how much more that hurt me that you picked her...above everyone else...you had to go and screw her...didn't you? You can just go in whatever you are currently wearing. Nothing."

And with that I turned and started to walk away when I heard a screech coming from behind me. A screech that sounded awfully familiar. A screech of car tyres. I knew immediately who it was immediately. There was no mistaking that noise. I'd heard it too many times before. I felt relieved that this person had arrived. At least I'd have support for the next thing I was planning to do.