by Writing Shark
You prepare your revenge
You take your time with your revenge. Elise and Gemma are thriving in the family and Alice is a perfect daughter, just as Hellen is a perfect wife.
Then comes parents’ night at school. Hellen – you let her in on the plans, of course – gives you a kiss on the cheek, but then can’t help herself and kisses you on the mouth as she says goodbye.
“We’ll all be waiting for you when you get back” she says in love.
“With dinner and wet pussies” Alice grins.
“And grateful” Elise follows up falling more and more in love with you every day.
You rarely saw the school in the evening. Usually it is Hellen who undertakes these duties but now that your plans have all succeeded it is time to adapt and as a man you are good at it. It even fills you with a strange energy to know that your hunt is not over yet. Alice even encouraged you to do it and Elise gave you a good reason.
Your target freezes like a deer in headlights as you walk down the hallway of the school.
“Mr. Winters… What a surprise.” Grace acts shyly toward you, nervous, a sitting duck.
“Grace. Nice to see you again. Hellen sends her regards but today you must take me instead of her.” You reach out to her, calling her by her first name as a matter of course.
“Thank you… James. I’m sorry. I know we are already that familiar.” She blushes slightly. “I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon… after everything that happened.”
“It wasn’t a big deal to me,” you shrug off the humiliation of her entire family. “It had to be. How did Valerie take it?” The first test.
“Oh you know” she tries to brush it off, but then fails. “She’s a teenager. Lots of yelling and broken dishes.” She laughs nervously, “You know how it is.”
“No.”
“Of course,” she mutters, giving a hastly greeting to another mother walking past you. Then Grace looks at you like a rare animal she’s never seen before. “How do you and Hellen just do it, James?” She’s already quite familiar with you. “Your daughters, they’re so well-behaved, distinguished and good-natured.”
“I have my ways,” you grin. “Actually, it’s quite simple. I’ve found that young ladies respond well to a strict father figure.” Grace nods.
“That’s become far too rare these days, unfortunately,” she agrees.
So she knows she’s screwed, her man useless, so as she, and so does society. She’s not stupid.
“I envy your connection with Alice and Gemma.”
Just desperate.
“I consider Elise my daughter, too.” Grace blinks. “Amy and Hellen are good friends and both agree that the girls need me.”
“I know,” the woman says. “Hellen told me that.” She laughs nervously. “That they are friends.”
You think Amy would take your friend away from you? Poor thing.
“I hope my wife doesn’t tell you everything.” This is the second test. You manage to make your voice sound uncertain, something you really have no practice at.
“No, don’t worry.” Grace hesitates. “But you said it wouldn’t go smoothly?” You hear hope in her voice and realize your venture is easier than you thought, as always when you encounter such a lowly creature.
“You know how it is,” you grumble, playing the grumpy father. “As long as the girls are okay.”
“Yeah,” Grace laughs, perhaps a little restrained, but mostly hysterical. “My husband and I are familiar with that. But at least you’re succeeding with your parenting.” She completes the turn and goes right back to flattery. “That’s admirable.”
“It takes a lot of energy,” you lie, “but it’s worth it.” You wait till some parents have walked into the room. “And Hellen, after all, supports me in this… most of the time.” You see the interest in her eyes as you throw Grace this bait. Time for the final test. “But at least she makes it worth my while.” A little nervousness in her voice and Grace bites.
“What do you mean?” You tilt your head.
“Well I’ve earned some freedoms in our relationship.” Her eyes widen a little.
Are you wet already little girl?
“That’s why my girls have turned out so well. And Hellen… let’s put it this way: She did some things at the beginning of our relationship, when we weren’t engaged, that, well, allow me those freedoms now. That or she loses me.” It’s the truth. Mostly. For your pan Grace didn’t need to know the depths of perversity your lovely wife has in her.
It’s the combination of gossip, which is irresistible to women, drama, which is irresistible to women, suffering, which attracts women, and the chance to heal a wounded man, which attracts women. And Grace is triggered by all four of those things. Basically, you’ve made her see that you’re an attractive, healthy but wounded man who has a perfect family, is responsible, and is still willing to have fun. A miracle for a woman like Grace Hoover who surely has a set day a month when she lets her husband get close.
“Hellen lets you cheat?” asks Grace unabashedly.
“I’m not answering that,” you say icily, and the woman in front of you flinches. “That’s my business.”
“Sorry Mister Winters.” You’ve got her now. You pull in the rod.
“And who I spend my time with is entirely my business, not yours… and not my wife’s either.” Again a door opens for her and Grace is all confused, malleable, just the way you want her. “Now let’s go inside” you determine. “The others are already waiting for us.”
The parent meeting is chaos, and you have to try hard not to laugh when Grace stutters in mid-sentence or loses her train of thought. She keeps looking at you, forgetting where she was in the lecture, confusing names and dates.
“Please excuse me” she keeps saying, glancing at you, but talking to the whole room. Briefly it is about your daughters, there is not much to say, only good things, and you are quiet and ask hardly any questions. But when another father wants to know if he can get a private audience, (his daughter is also bullied by Valerie), Grace nods a little ashamed.
“I too will take you up on that offer,” you agree with the father, and nod respectfully to each other as Grace blushes for all to see.
“That will be all ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for your time.” With that, the evening is over. It is already late and people trot out of the room gossiping. You stay and call Hellen.
“How was she honey?” your wife asks.
“It was good. I learned a lot.” Grace watches you do the dance you rehearsed with your wife. While Hellen whispers dirty things in your ear, you play the busy dad who wants to come home for dinner tonight. And while Hellen tells you what your daughters are going to do to you tonight, you act like you’re in a bad situation. Then you hang up and try not to think about naked girls.
“Are you okay?” asks Grace, shaking her head. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have asked.” You dish out a lie to her that Hellen would be out tonight, dinner would be in the oven, and your daughters would be spending the night at a friend’s house. “Oh,” goes the lonely woman.
“That’s okay,” you wave it off lightly. “She’s a good woman and she’s earned the time.” You scratch the back of your head and play the wounded man. “I was just hoping to talk to her about today. Your lecture was great and I wanted to talk to Hellen about the girls. Oh well,” you grumble disappointedly and turn away. “It was definitely nice talking to you Grace.” You already put your hand on the door handle.
“James?”
Gotcha!
You turn around.
“Yeah?” She’s wrestling with herself and you know exactly what you’re going to do to her when she’s yours.
No.
“Shall we spend the evening?”
When she’s my family’s.
“I think a good father should be rewarded for his efforts. Valerie could use a father like that.”
No. You two will be my family’s.
“Okay,” you say, “something to eat?” Grace smiles happily.
“I’m starving.” Together you laugh.
“But you’re paying,” you say sternly, throwing her off again. Then you catch her with your soft voice. “Hellen would just ask questions.”
“Okay,” she agrees. “Great.”
How easy.
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