In Over My Head Ch. 04

This is the fourth part of a five part story and it could be read as a stand alone. I would suggest that you read part's One through Three first though. There is no sex to speak of. So if you are looking the stroke stuff? Click the back button now! My thanks go to Techscan and LadyCibelle for their kind assistance with the editing of this story and correcting the usual clangers that keep my critics so happily amused. But I'm sure you'll find something you don't like in the story somewhere. I would like to point out that my editors do not necessarily agree with my interpretation of the characters or the events portrayed. Any flack should be directed at me. This is a work of fiction and comes solely from my somewhat demented mind. Part 4 ? Anita's Story I push the stiff door open, stagger inside, collapse onto the scruffy old bed, put my head in my hands and have my nightly cry. How had I brought myself to this, living in this tatty little bed-sit on my own. I had a good life, a nice house with a gentle loving husband who had given more than I ever wanted. But I had thrown all that away. I had turned that good man into monster, who would find fault in everything I did. Who would drive me insane with his constant unspoken questions, about where I'd been and who I'd been with. In the end I couldn't stand it anymore and felt forced to leave him. But it was I who had turned him into the man he is now. You will never believe how it started. One of the girls in the accounts department where I work, had got pregnant and decided she wasn't coming back after she had the baby, she was going to be a stay at home mum. My boss told me that if I went to night classes and learnt how to use the accounts software they were using, I could have her job. It was more money and I thought it would be much better than the work I was doing, so I looked into what courses the local college was running. They had a ten week course starting in a couple of weeks later, it was just what I needed and the timing was perfect. When I got home from work that night I told my husband Martin about the job offer and the night school course. He as always, was very enthusiastic and encouraged me to go for it. That was Martin all over back then, he was always so supportive of anything I've ever wanted to do. When I think of all the hare brained things I have done over the years, I don't think he ever once put up an objection. He encouraged me when I wanted to start horse ridding again, and even offered to buy me a horse. Then there was the ballroom dancing classes, I know he hated it, but he took me every week for months until I lost interest and there had been many other short lasting hobbies. When I first met Martin, I was working on the tills at the local supermarket. He started coming in two or three times a day. Often buying no more than a can of soft drink and he always came to my till. He appeared very shy, in the beginning he would just smile as he paid me, after a while he started just saying hallow and asking how I was, then we would have a little chat Mrs Sanders the supervisor, started telling me off, as he would be at my till for some time, keeping me occupied whilst other customers were waiting. But I told her, I couldn't be rude to him. One day she asked me if I liked him, I said that I did, but I didn't think he had the nerve to ask me out. "Well, we'll soon see about that!" she replied, "You are here to serve our customers, not talk to your admirers." The next time Martin came in I could see her watching him through the office spy window. Martin got his can of Coke and walked over to the cash tills. The other two till lines were empty, but he came and stood behind the customer that I was serving. As I finished serving the lady, out of the corner of my eye I saw Mrs Saunders come out of the office. She came striding down the store like she was on a mission; I was worried and wondered what she was going to say to Martin. "Excuse me young man". She almost bellowed at him. Martin was taken by surprise and spun around to look at her. "Would you mind telling me your name?" "Martin, Martin Shaw." He answered, looking very nervous and somewhat taken aback. "Well, Mr Martin Shaw, this young lady is Miss Anita Thomas. There! Now you've been introduced, so you can get on and ask her to go out with you, and after she has said yes, you can leave her alone to get on with her job." Then in a much softer voice. "Oh by the way, she's off shift at seven, perhaps you can meet her and go for a drink or something. With that, she stormed off again. Martin turned back to me his face had turned beetroot red. "Anita, would you like to go for a drink?" He sheepishly asked. Of course I said yes and the next thing I knew, we were going steady. I had always taken Mrs Saunders to be a bit of an old cow, but I think she really had a heart of gold. Mrs Saunders would always ask after Martin, and six months later when I showed her my engagement ring she was very happy for me. The funniest thing she ever did was at our wedding, we were stood in the reception line, when Mrs Saunders's got to Martin she gave him a bill for a can of Coke. Martin and both looked at her confused, and she told us that Martin and I hadn't realised that he had never paid for his can of Coke that day. I soon found out Martin was not the shy man I had taken him for, it appeared that it was only me he was shy with. Well, until he got to know me, and he got to know me very intimately, very quickly, if you know what I mean. Martin and I were marred a year after we met. Martin unlike me, was very cleaver and had a really good job in his fathers business. Well, it had been the family business but his father had sold out to some big organisation. Martin was on a very good salary and it appeared he was able to work when he liked. It was only later that I discovered he was a kind of figure head. He had a great chunk of the companies stock and could really do just as he liked. I think he liked being what was the equivalent of the boss and being in on the negotiations for new contracts and things, I don't think he really needed to be there, but he claimed the people the company dealt with, like to meet a 'Shaw' when they did business. We or should I say Martin, (I never had any money until I married him) bought a great big detached house just off the high street for us to live in. Unfortunately we were soon to find out that I couldn't have children. I thought that Martin would get upset about it, as he had said that he was looking forward to having lots of children. But he was wonderful about it and never showed his disappointment. I was very upset when the doctors told me the news and got very depressed, but Martin was my rock and helped me get over it. He persuaded me to leave the shop and get an office job with more sociable hours. I didn't think I was cleaver enough, but he assured me that I was. I'm glad he did, as I soon found I was just as cleaver as all the other girls. Martin and I had ten wonderful years together until I started that bloody training course. There were nine girls and three men on it and after the first week nearly all of us started going over to the pub for a drink after the class. That's when the bastard who ruined my marriage laid a trap for me. But I never realised what he was up to at the time. Hindsight is a wonderful thing, I can look back now and see every step he took. His name was Brian, he was about six foot and quite handsome. He never made a pass at any of the girls or anything, that I was aware of. He just acted like everyone else and pretended to discuss the course. It was only later that I realised, during those chats in the pub, he was never saying he didn't understand this or that. It was Brian who was answering everyone's questions, putting us all straight. I know now he didn't need to be on the course; he was on a fishing trip and I was just one of the stupid fish he caught. But God he was cleaver about it, he never showed favouritism in who he helped, he was just helpful and friendly to everyone. You know it was just like being back at school, we were all friends together, a nice little gang. We all got on very well with the course, I think mainly due to Brian's help and the tutor was very pleased with us. Towards the end of the ten weeks we were all quite proud of ourselves and as we were getting on so well, we didn't have to study so hard. The conversations in the pub had started to move away from the course and on to more everyday subjects. One evening one of the girls, Samantha, let on she spoke Spanish. I speak Spanish a little as Martin and I go there on holiday every year, and I said it would be nice to be able to be fluent in it. Brian hadn't been sitting near us and I had no reason to believe he heard me say about improving my Spanish. On the last week of the course I saw Brian studying a brochure of the colleges courses and I asked him if he was going to do some other courses. He said that he was planning of doing the Spanish course that started in a week or so's time, that went on for twenty weeks. Christ! I was so naive, now I realise he was playing the fish, but I never saw it back then. I just said, I wouldn't mind doing the course as well. Well that was it, he had me and but I didn't have a clew about it, or what he was up too. Martin as he always did, encouraged me to do the Spanish course, I only wish now he hadn't been so bloody supportive of everything I wanted to do The first evening of the Spanish course was very different to the little accounts course, there were about thirty people on it. Mostly youngsters in their late teens and early twenties, with a few retired people. The only person I knew there was Brian and we naturally teamed up straight off, and as before we went over the pub for a drink after the class. But this time, instead of a whole gang of us going, there was just Brian and me. I didn't take any notice as by now it had become a habit to go and have a quiet drink and a chat. I didn't notice that now we were talking about each other and our lives. I didn't register that the little complements he had started throwing my way, were making me feel good. Like telling me how nice I looked and how well I was picking up Spanish. But it was all having a subtle effect on me. If I had taken notice of how his attitude had changed, I might have had a chance of understanding what he was up to. God, when I worked on the tills I'd learnt how to deal with wolves. But then, they weren't dressed in sheep's clothing! I think it was on the third or fourth week I first saw Brian's sports car. It was a lovely little thing and he was very proud of it. A Morgan he called it, an old fashion looking car, but apparently brand new and very expensive. I think it was on the fifth week he took me for a run in it after class and we went to a different pub. God riding in that car was a thrill. You are very low down and it feels like you are going very fast, with the wind blowing in your hair. Looking back now, I wonder if he didn't spike my drink a little because I did feel a little light headed on the way back. He took me back to my car and always the gentleman got out and opened the car doors for me, then he gave me a little peck on the cheek as he closed my door. I was very flattered, and at the time, I don't think I realised how much I was becoming attracted to him. You know he was a friend not a suitor and I must have been blind. The ride in the sports car to the different pub became the regular thing after that. Brian would sit very close to me in the bar and we had become very touchy feely, if you know what I mean. I don't how to explain it, but I had started falling for him. How can anyone do that? I loved Martin! How could I fall in love with Brian at the same time? But that's what I did. Well I thought I did, now looking back I think it was just a kind of infatuation, you know like a fantasy. But over the weeks the closeness soon turned into real touching, then kissing and fondling. Less time was spent in the pub and more in Brian's car. Not that there was enough room in that car to do anything. But Brian was playing with my breasts and had his hand up my skirt. You know it was fun, just like being a teenager again, with all that groping in the car. About the fifteenth week of the course things got a little sticky. Brian and I went to the usual pub and while we were there, someone stole my handbag. We never saw who took it, because we were concentrating on each other. All right, we were kissing and my bag just went. Luckily the only thing that was important in there was my car keys and a little cash, as I didn't have my credit cards with me. As I couldn't drive my car with the keys, Brian had to drive me home. Martin must have heard the sports car, because he asked me who had driven me home when I got in. I just said one of the boys from the course. I didn't tell Martin what pub my bag was stolen from, well he didn't ask, he must have assumed it was the pub near the college. The following morning Martin took me down to collect my car and arranged to get another set of keys for it. That was going to take some time because of the central locking thing. You know, you push a button on the key fob thing'y and it locks all the doors, so I had to use the spare set and Martin had the house locks changed. The next couple of weeks Brian and I started getting really heavy. I gave him a hand job the first week and he persuaded me to give him oral sex the next. That was something strange, I often give Martin oral sex and enjoy doing it; just as I enjoy when he does the same to me. He brings me to a climax so easily that way. But with Brian it was all a bit of a chore. Maybe, I was really feeling confused, I loved Martin what the hell was I doing sucking on Brian's penis? I didn't finish him with my mouth, I used my hand and Brian acted like a child who had had his sweets taken away. I should have realised then what a selfish pig he was. I knew it was wrong and I wanted to stop seeing him, but I just couldn't keep away from him. God, it would have been so easy to just give up the course. I honestly did think about it, but then, I thought Martin would wonder why I had stopped going. The nineteenth week of the course Brian and I went to the pub as usual. But we didn't stay very long and were soon heading back to my car. Nothing was actually said but we both knew we were going to get into the back of my car and Brian was going to fuck me. It was the natural progression of Brian's plan. We couldn't do it in his little sports car, as there wasn't enough room. I've no excuse's, I new what I was doing wrong, but by then I was going with the flow. I new there was only one week of the course left and then it would be over I would never see Brian again. Or I think, I hoped I wouldn't. We got back to my car, it was dark in the college car park so no one could see us. We got in the back, I locked the doors and we both got undressed. After kissing and cuddling for a while Brian asked me to suck him and get him nice and hard. Then he produced a contraceptive. I hadn't told him that I couldn't get pregnant so I put it on him. I wonder, did I think that was a barrier against him? Was I trying to keep him out of Martin's property. I know that when he pushed into me, I knew I had made a big mistake. I knew that I would never let him do it again. I didn't care if Martin did get suspicious I was never going to see Brian again after that night. Brian was driving into me and I really wasn't enjoying it at all. You know I wasn't a virgin when I met Martin. I remember the first time I had sex, I didn't enjoy it much, but after that every time I had had sex I'd enjoyed it. But that night with Brian panting away driving his cock into me, I just didn't want to be there. I think the guilt factor had finally struck home. Then suddenly all hell broke lose. There was a loud clang as all the car door locks jumped up and the interior lights came on as someone pulled open the door. I was totally confused as, arms reached in and grabbed hold of Brian, they pulled him off of me and out of the car. I saw two men, but I didn't recognise them. They threw Brian on the floor, then punched and kicked him for what seemed like hours. I was screaming hysterically, I thought they were going to kill Brian and rape me or something. When they finally stopped beating on Brian, one of them said, "Right you f-ing bastard that will teach you to stay away from other peoples wives." Then to me. "And you, you little slut! You had better get home to your old man. He knows what you've been up to tonight. If he's got any sense he'll give a bloody good hiding." Then they were gone. I called and ambulance for Brian and quickly got dressed but I couldn't dress him. When the police and ambulance arrived, they knew what we had been doing. The police put two and two together and went straight after Martin. I did tell them that it wasn't him who had beaten up Brian, but they said Martin had better have a good alibi. Well Martin did have a good alibi, for some reason he had spent the evening playing darts in the pub next to the police station, where the off duty police drink. Now that's what you call a bloody good alibi. When I got home, I was in a hell of a state. Martin wasn't there he never came home until nearly midnight, the police who had been waiting outside came it to talk to him. Once they saw who was, it was obvious that they knew him. He just told them the names of the officers he had been playing darts with and they left. Martin came in and sat in one of the chairs in the lounge. I was sat on the sofa crying as I knew he knew what I had done. I started to try and apologise but he told me to be quiet. He sat there for some time staring at the floor then he said "Do you love him?" "No! I love You. I think I was infatuated with him. But I don't think I am anymore!" "Did you fuck him?" I started crying again. "Only once and that was tonight, but he didn't finish and I had no intention of letting him do it again. I was going to quit the course so I wouldn't have to see him again." Martin raised his eyebrows. "Do you want to stay married to me?" "Of course I do! I love you." "Bloody fine way of showing it. Go to bed in the spare room we'll discuss this further tomorrow night when I get home from work. I can't think straight right now" "The spare room. Can't I sleep in our bed?" "My bed! I'm not sure I want to sleep in the same bed as a tramp. I'm not sure what I might catch. That bastard you fucked tonight sleeps with any whore he can get his hands on. You had better go to see the doctor tomorrow. See if the arsewhole has left you any little surprises or going away presents." "Did you organise that tonight?" "No I would have killed the pair of you! They were some other husbands whose wives he's been shagging. As you were his current slut, they suggested I got a good alibi, as the police would suspect me first. Now please go and get your stuff out of my room, we'll talk tomorrow night." I went to bed in the spare room. Martin was downstairs for hours, I heard him talking on the phone but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I cried myself to sleep. In the morning when I got up Martin wasn't there. I called into work to say I was ill, My boss said something so strange, that I got very curious about, all he said was. "It's to be expected. Take a couple of days off and we'll see you next week." I couldn't work it out at the time, it was like he knew about me and Brian, and that Martin had found out about it. But how could he? I went to see the doctor and he sent me to a special clinic. The place was quit nice, but some of the other patients there were frightening. A couple of them were prostitutes and they could see that I was frightened and they were nice to me so I sat with them. They asked me why I was there and they reassured me. It was strange, I wouldn't normally associate with these girls but they helped through what was to me a frightening ordeal. They said they had guessed that either I or my husband had had an affair. That was the first time I really realised what I had done. How many times had I said I couldn't understand someone risking they're marriage and happiness to have an affair and that was exactly what I had done. I sat around the house for the rest of the day crying most of the time. I was frightened Martin was going to throw me out and divorce me. If he did that where was I going to go? Before Martin and I married I had lived with my sister, but she had children now and there was no room in her little council house for me anymore. I suppose I could try and find a flat, I was on good money now. Dam, what was I thinking, the only reason I was on good money was that Martin had convinced me I wasn't stupid like they had always said I was at school. Without Martin I was stupid, look at what I had done getting mixed up with Brian. I didn't think anyone could cry as much as I did that day. Martin didn't come home again until nine in the evening. The dinner I'd cooked him was burnt to a crisp. He said he had eaten out and went straight into the lounge again. He poured himself a scotch and then sat in his usual chair. I stood in the door way watching him. "Come here and stand in the middle of the carpet." I didn't move for a moment. "Now!" he said in a tone that I'd never heard him use to me before. I slowly went to the middle of the room. "Tell me what do you want? Do you want us to stay together or do you want to leave?" "Oh please Martin. I love you. I want to stay with you, I'm so sorry I don't know what to say to convince you how sorry I am." "Of course you're sorry. But are you sorry you did it? Or are you sorry you got caught? That's the question I'll never know the answer too, isn't it?" "Martin I love you. I don't know why I went with him. I've got to be honest I was attracted to him. But I never thought I would. You know." "Fuck him, is what you're trying to say. Go on say it you fucked him, you forgot about me and fucked him." "Yes! Yes! I fucked him, but only once honestly and I don't think I really wanted to." "Lets see shall we. Take your clothes off!" "Pardon!" "You heard me! Strip now!" I didn't know what to do. Martin was staring at me, his face didn't look as angry as his voice sounded. I thought I want him to forgive me, if he wants me naked then I'd better do whatever he wants. I took my clothes off and stood there feeling embarrassed. Ah that's what he wants. He wants me to feel insecure he's going to give me the third degree. If I can get through this me might forgive me. I tried to undress seductively, but that could have been a mistake because Martin told me to get on with it. I started crying again as Martin had always enjoyed me doing a striptease for him in the past. When I was naked Martin sat and looked at me and then told me to turn around. After he told me to turn back again he said. "You have trimmed your pubic hair! Did you do that for him?" "I don't think so." The look in Martin's eye said he didn't believe me. "Oh, I don't really know, I do trim it now and again." "If my memory serves me right, normally you trim it before we go to Spain. If I remember correctly you turned your nose up when I asked you to shave it all off. But you trim it up nicely for him." I can only say, I was devastated, Martin had often asked me to shave but I had always refused. "That mark on your breast. Did he have a good chew on your tits last night? I looked down. Oh shit! there was a big red mark on my left breast. Then I remembered Brian had been nibbling on it when all hell broke lose, he must have bitten me as they dragged him out of the car. "I think that happened when those men grabbed Brian." "The arsewhole, he will only ever be referred to as the arsewhole in this house. And what about those bruises on your leg?" I think those happened at the same time. He was ? you know." "FUCKING YOU!" "Yes he was fucking me when they grabbed him." "I don't ever want to see that naked body again. Well, not until I know I can get over this. If you want to stay here, you are to go to my solicitors 'Grants' next door to my office in the morning. There you will make a full statement about how this all started and what you have done with the arsewhole. If you do anything like this again we are through, for my part I will wait and try to get over the hurt you have caused me. I love you, but I don't know if I can get over what you have done. Only time will tell." "Can I come back to our bed?" "No! I have a mental problem with what you have done. I must separate it from sex completely. If I find I can't live with you, I would be using you as a whore, and that would put me in the same class of person as your arsewhole lover." He got up and went to bed. I don't know how long I stood there but it was a long time. I think I was hoping I would be able to stand there all night and he would come down and find me there in the morning. It would be a gesture but I felt he would realise that he hadn't told me I could move. Maybe he would know what I would do to keep him. I woke up laying on the sofa still naked, there was a hot cup of coffee on the table. Martin must have put it there and then closed the door loudly enough to wake me. He left the house before I had drunk it. ------------------------------ I went to the solicitors office and was shown into a room and introduced to a female solicitor Mrs Julia Murry. She asked me to sit and called in young lady to take down the statement that Martin had asked for. "Anita, you don't mind if I call you that, do you?" "No" "Good you must call me Julia, and this is Sara. Now before we take this statement your husband has asked for, there are some things I've got to explain to you. First Sara and I are not from this practice. We work for a rival firm and your husband has retained us to act for you. Are you happy for me to represent you?" "Yes, but why has he done that?" "I'll explain later, but your husband is no fool, believe me. Shall we say he's covering his backside on this statement. I understand its part of the deal for you to stay together. But I must worn you, if you think you two are going to get divorced you would do better not to make it." "If I don't make it he will divorce me and I don't want that. I love him." "Ah love, I'm afraid I usually deal with people who are not in love anymore. I do think your husband loves you though, as he has employed me to act against him should things not work out for you." "You're a divorce lawyer then." "That, for my sins is my speciality. Now this statement, if you make it will not do us any favours in court. By getting me to take it he has clipped our wings. We won't have a leg to stand on." "Martins no fool, I'm the idiot in our house. But I do trust him, I don't think he will be unfair to me, whatever happens. I just want us to stay together and I'll do whatever it takes." They took my statement then Julia told me we had to go up the road to the police station as they wanted a statement from me about the incident on Wednesday night. Yes Martin had arranged that as well and he wanted Julia their to look after my interests. I told the police what happened, but I claimed I never saw the men's faces as it was too dark. I thought that Martin must have been concerned in it somehow, he knew what had happened and had made sure he had a good alibi. I think the police thought the same, but if they couldn't catch the men they had no link to Martin. The police told me Brian was in a pretty bad way, but he would get over it. The guys who beat him up had hurt him a lot, but besides a couple of broken ribs there was nothing too serious. They thought that Brian wasn't going to look as pretty as he had, what with his broken nose. There was something about the way they spoke about Brian, made me think, he wasn't the flavour of the month with them. It was a year later when I had cause to see them again, that they told me he had been the cause of a divorce of one of their colleagues. We went back to Grants office and I signed the statement for Martin, in front of a public notary. Apparently that made it a legal document which could be used in a court of law. Martin never did use it, I knew he wouldn't, he is much too nice a person to do that. That night when I got home I gave him a copy. He just put it in the bureau drawer and I don't think he ever looked at it. He acted as if nothing had ever happened, no that's wrong he tried to act as if nothing had happened. He struggled, I know he struggled, I watched him slowly fall apart. Every-time I went out he would greet me with questioning looks. I know he never meant to do it. But whenever I came into the house I would feel I had to tell him where I'd been and what I'd done. He never asked, but his face said it all. Sometimes he would fly off the handle at me, for no apparent reason. But I knew the reason. He would always apologise. But this was all my fault, he was apologising for something I had done. It was destroying him and I knew it. At work things changed as well, I hadn't known that my boss was an old friend of Martin's. Martin had used his influence to get me the job in the first place. I had never realised that I didn't have the required GCE's to get the job. But when I challenged my boss he told me Martin had asked him to give me a try. He said that Martin had nothing to do with my promotion to the accounts department though, that he said I had earned on my own. But I could feel that my boss had lost some respect for me and maybe out of his friendship with Martin was keeping a very close eye on me. My boss wasn't married and one of the girls who I knew had a thing for him, suddenly become very friendly and we started to go to lunch together, whenever Martin didn't meet me. I didn't take me too long to realise, I couldn't get out of that place without her. I challenged her over it and she told me the boss had asked her to keep an eye on me. She was just doing what she had been asked to do. I felt like a criminal and went in to challenge the boss. That's when I found out he was Martins old school chum. He told me that Martin hadn't asked him to spy on me, he was just trying to look after a good friends interests. I quit my job. It was silly I know, like cutting off your nose to spite your face. But I didn't know who else there knew what a fool I'd been. Quitting my job was a very big mistake, whilst I was in the office Martin knew where I was. Now he had no idea what I was doing during the day. He started to call me at odd times. He would come home unexpectedly. I think it was driving him crazy. In the end it led to us having a big row about it. He said he couldn't help it, he kept on wondering what I was doing. I think we both realised that it wasn't going to work. He didn't trust me anymore and although I still felt I loved him. I couldn't live looking over my shoulder all the time. In the end I left him. In my heart I didn't want to. But I couldn't live with the man I had made. I was silly and stubborn when I left. I wouldn't take any money off of him or out of our joint accounts. Do you want to know what kind of man Martin is, the credit card company still send me a debit card on our old account. He has never closed it, I wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't still using that account himself. But I have never taken any money out of it. He spent more money on me than I have ever put in there. I didn't have a job so for a couple of weeks I slept on my sisters sofa. I needed money so I went to see Mrs Saunders. She was very pleased to see me, until I told her the story, then she called me all the names under the sun and wiped the floor with me. Speaks her mind does Mrs Saunders. I felt smaller with her going of at me than with anyone, except Martin. Anyway, after she had wiped the floor with me, she offered me a job in the cashiers office. It was nothing like the money I had been earning, but it was a job. One night a couple of months later, I was walking home form work and who should I run into but Brian. I told him to fuck off, and keep away from me, but he kept on saying he just wanted to talk. So like the bloody fool I am, I went to the pub with him. You've got to remember at this time, I still hadn't realised how he had set out to seduce me in the first place. Although Martin had said Brian had slept with other women, he never told me anything else about Brian. After that first couple of days, Martin had never tried to rub my face in it, and I really didn't want to think that Brian and I, were anything other than two people who made a silly mistake and just got carried away. Christ, I must be the dumbest kid on the block. In the pub, I didn't realise it but Brian still had a hold over me. He somehow managed to convince me that the two guys who beat him up had mistaken him for someone else. It's easy for you to laugh, but thick bitch I am, I believed him. He said that his wife had thrown him out over the incident. Now, that shows you how much of a hold on me he had. He had told me he was single when we first met and I didn't bat an eyelid at the revelation he was married. He poured out the story of how I had ruined his life, buy having an affair with him. He had me crying over his broken marriage, the bastard. Well to cut a long story short. Now I did the stupidest thing I think I've every done in my life, if cheating on Martin with Brian wasn't bad enough. Now, during a bout of what I can only say now, was insanity, I finished up moving in with Brian. He had me under some kind of spell. Whatever that arsewhole told me, I believed. I had been living with Brian for about six weeks when suddenly my eyes were opened. I was sat in the office at work one day, when I saw one of the guys who beaten up Brian through the spy window. He was pushing a shopping trolley and who should he be with but Samantha, the girl on the accounts course who spoke Spanish. Finally the wheels in my head started turning and I saw the light. That's how Brian knew that I wanted to learn Spanish. Brian had seduced Samantha before he seduced me and I had never been aware that he had done it. I did tell you he was a clever bastard. I was out of the office in an instant. I ran through the store and grabbed Samantha by the arm. I had to know if I was right. I asked her if she would talk to me, she looked at her husband and he just nodded, then I took her into the office and she told me that Brian had seduced her and one of the other girls on the course. She didn't say how they're husbands had found out, but she did remember talking to Brian about speaking Spanish and she told him that I was thinking of learning it. It could be that she had told her husband all this and her husband worked out that Brian had used that information in trapping me. I assume that's why he let her talk to me. Now I knew that the bastard had set out to seduce me. That night when I got back to the flat we were living in, I flew at him and told him what I thought of him. Then he did what no man has ever done to me before. He hit me, not once but many times. He just lost it and beat me to a pulp, I was screaming and the last thing I heard were the police sirens. I for days I was in and out of consciousness, I was having strange dreams and visions. Sometimes I would think I could see Martin, sometimes my sister or Mrs Saunders and even the girl Teresa from my old office who followed me around. Then there was this other woman. She would sit there with a concerned look on her face, but I had never seen her in my life before. I was vaguely aware of the nurses sticking needles in me whilst a strong hand held mine. I new that hand, I was sure it belonged to Martin. Then finally I opened my eyes and there was my sister. On the other side of the bed was the woman I didn't know. She got up and called the nurse, who came in to check me. "Are you back with us now. Don't try to speak with that tube in you throat unfortunately we wont be able to take it out for a little while as your jaw is wired up. Just squeeze my hand once for yes twice for no. OK. I squeezed once. "Good, you know, you had us worried there for a bit. You have been very ill. Your sister and Jean are here, can you see them all right?" One squeeze. The woman I didn't know who was evidently Jean said. "She doesn't know me, we've never met before." The woman said. "Don't talk to me honey, you can talk to Anita now, she's back with us." The nurse replied. "Anita this Jean, Brian's wife." My sister informed me. 'Christ, this was a turn up for the book what the hell is she doing here?' I thought. "Jean feels responsible for what happened top you. Brian beat her up as well although not as bad. Jean feels that if she had pressed charges against Brian he would have been in jail a long time ago and wouldn't have been able to attack you. Martin and I have tried to tell her that's a silly way to feel, but she has insisted on being with you every day for the last fortnight. She has been taking her shift along with the rest of us." What could I do, this kind woman whose marriage I'd helped to destroy had sat by my sick bed and watched me while I was unconscious. I managed to reach my right hand out to her. She took it and smiled at me. So, I had been here for at least two weeks, I wanted to ask about Martin But I couldn't speak. My sister started talking again and I found I had to concentrate very hard to understand what she was saying to me. She told me that there had been someone at my bedside twenty four hours a day. I had seen all the people I had dreamed about and there had been a few others I hadn't seen. Samantha and her husband two name just two. Martin had been there all-night every-night. I started crying when she mentioned Martin and she stopped talking after that. The nurse came back with a doctor who said all the normal doctor type things and told me how lucky I'd been. He said that they have to take me to the operating theatre to remove the dam tube in my mouth and throat as they were going to have to wire my broken jaw up again. They were going to wait until they were happy I wasn't going to lose conciseness again. Apparently I had some swelling of the brain that was worrying them. Later in the day I heard Martin's voice in the corridor, but he didn't come in the room whilst I was awake. Shortly after I heard him, the nurse came in and did something to the drip in my arm. Then it was morning and my sister was back, the nurse must have given me something to make me sleep. It was another week before they took the tube out, I knew that Martin was around because I heard him, but he never came in when I was awake. Once I was out of any danger my sister told me he wasn't coming back anymore, he had told her he had done his duty. I couldn't blame him, after all my assurances that I loved him and not Brian, I had set up home with the arsewhole. What must have Martin have felt like, how could I have been such a bloody stupid bitch. Whatever happened in the future I was sure, that by moving in with Brian I had put pay to any hopes I had of getting back together with Martin again in the future. When I had first left Martin I had thought sometime apart could help to repair the damage I'd done to our relationship. You know the old saying 'absence make's the heart grow fonder'. Well, I'd stuffed that idea up for sure, didn't I? I was in hospital for five weeks, when I came out I stayed with my sister for a while, but that wasn't going to work out. So I found this little bed-sit, I couldn't afford a flat, unless I used some of Martin's money. I'd insulted that man enough, so I couldn't do that to him. Now I would lye in the bed, I had made for myself. The police charged Brian with Grievous bodily harm on me and on Jean. That helped the judge to decide to put him away for eight years. The police told me how Brian had seduced one of they're fellow officers wives, they made it plain they hadn't looked too hard for the men who beat Brian up as they weren't too sure they wouldn't have been arresting one of they're colleagues. I never did find out who stole my bag. If I remember correctly the police did come in that pub that night. But then, how would Samantha's husband and the other guy have got hold of the key to unlock the car doors with? Or did they use Martin's Key? I know all about what Brian did now. But there's lots of things I don't know and I guess I never will. The End, of this story, but not really the end of Anita's story, we will hear of her again. She won't get all she would like, but she decides, anything is better than nothing. A slice of the cake, is better than no cake at all. 4339 1.65/512345