What he actually said was, “I suppose.”
“Hmm.” She touched his arm. Raymond only barely managed not to flinch. His grimace deepened as he watched her face form an expression of sympathy, which looked ghastly behind her mask of facial creme. “Is it that dreadful business at the police station? That boy, what was his name?”
“Trey McAllister.”
Patricia’s fingers stroked his forearm, her manicured nails lightly grazing his skin and sending an uncomfortable tingling down the length of his arm. “Yes, Trey, that’s it. He’s a student of yours, correct?”
Raymond answered with a grunt. He was trying not to acknowledge the steadily increasing intimacy of his wife’s touch. It was just possible she was feeling horny. She didn’t attempt to seduce him all that often, probably because she was having at least one extramarital affair of her own. He hoped like hell it wouldn’t happen now. He groaned when her hand left his arm and dipped under the comforter. Her fingers fiddled with the snap of his pajama bottoms before Raymond gave up and tossed the comforter back. Best just to get it done so he could get to sleep. Patricia giggled. She lifted the hem of her nightgown and straddled her husband. She gripped his limp penis with her left hand and slapped him several times with her right hand. He grew hard in her hand. This was the way they always did it now. It was the only way Raymond could perform with her. She mounted him and rode him until he spurted inside her. In the moment before orgasm, Raymond saw Myra’s face in his mind. The memory of the way she’d looked straddling his lap that afternoon was the thing that pushed him over the finish line.
Then, spent, he recalled the way Myra had looked moments later.
He whimpered.
Patricia’s face crinkled with concern. The layer of facial cream made her look like some sort of demon herself, like a bloated gargoyle. “Oh, honey. It’s awful, I know. I hoped I could take your mind off it for a while, but I can see how heavily it’s weighing on you.”
Raymond thought: Not as heavily as you, I can tell you that.
He wanted her to dismount, but he didn’t say so. This “intimacy” was bad enough-really, it was just shy of vomit inducing-but offending her was the last thing he wanted. The many people who loved Patricia would never believe the level of cruelty she was capable of in private, but her wrath was a truly awful thing to incur. Raymond put up with it because her worst moments were very rare. Enduring them was preferable to going through a very expensive and messy divorce.
He coughed. “Yes. It is. Very much so.” Best just to go along with this load of steaming horse shit. “I’ve had a rough time of it. I know I can’t protect my kids the way I’d like to.” When Raymond wanted to subtly showcase his sensitivity, he referred to the students at Rockville High as “my kids.” Patricia fell for it every damn time, and this time was no exception. She made a noise of empathy, and Raymond decided to lay it on a little thicker. “Trey McAllister has a special place in my heart, you know. I’ve long suspected abuse by his parents.”
Patricia shook her head. “It’s awful. Simply awful. There ought to be a minimum IQ requirement for becoming a parent in this country. Those McAllisters are trashy people. I well remember all the trouble you had with Trey’s older brothers.”
Raymond frowned. “You do? But…that was so long ago.”
“Mmm, yes, it was.” Patricia’s eyes were closed, and there was a dreamy quality to her voice. She tightened her vaginal muscles around Raymond’s shrinking cock and her large, drooping breasts undulated beneath the fabric of her nightgown. She rolled her massive hips and her torso began to sway. Her eyes came open-they were glazed. “I have a good memory, Raymond. An excellent memory, in fact. Photographic, you might say. Jake and Michael McAllister caused you tremendous aggravation back in the day. You would tell me about their escapades over dinner. That was back when you still loved me and would willingly share your troubles with me.”
The motion of his wife’s body felt nice. This was odd. He was enjoying physical contact with Patricia for the first time in…well, in a very long time. He grew hard inside her, and her rocking rhythm increased a little. Now this was beyond odd. An encore performance with Patricia? That hadn’t happened in many years. He smiled. And this time some of the day’s stress really did begin to dissipate. He felt very mellow, very relaxed, and pleasantly aroused.
He moaned.
He closed his eyes and focused only on the physical sensations.
Then his eyes snapped open. “Wait. Wait. What did you mean by that?”
Patricia smiled. “Mean by what, dear?”
“You know exactly what I mean. You referred to my love in the past tense.” It was true that Raymond didn’t love Patricia. He hadn’t for a very long time. But having this reality verbalized by Patricia made him angry and defensive. “That’s just ridiculous. It’s…cruel.”
Patricia laughed. “Is it?”
Raymond’s face contorted with rage. “It fucking well is. How dare you-”
“Oh, shut up.”
Patricia bit her lower lip and began to buck like a bronco, rattling the bed and abusing her husband’s spine. It hurt. The hell of it, though, was that he was more turned on than ever. Patricia clamped a hand around his throat and applied considerable pressure. She was choking him, but it only served to intensify his pleasure. She spewed verbal abuse at him. He built quickly toward orgasm, and when she eased the pressure on his throat he went off like a rocket.
Raymond laid there panting for several moments.
“Oh…oh…Jesus…”
Then he met his wife’s steady gaze, saw her smirk. “What was that all about?”
“It’s a reminder.” Patricia’s eyes went flat. Her voice was icy when she said, “And a going-away present.”
Raymond felt a flicker of alarm. This was so unlike Patricia. Even when she was treating him like an idiot stepchild, she never sounded like this. Never this cold. “Patricia, what’s wrong? Have I done something? Please tell me.” A welling of tears surprised him. “I promise I’ll fix whatever’s wrong.”
“We’re past that, Raymond. I wanted you to remember that I know what makes you tick. I had to remind you that your wife is still the best fuck you’ve ever had-or ever will have.” Her lips twisted into a sneer. “Tell me, Raymond, be honest, has that little slut English teacher you’ve been screwing ever made you come that hard?”
Raymond’s eyes widened. He spluttered. “Wh-wh…what?”
Patricia laughed again. “That’s right. I know all about it. And I have pictures. Graciously provided to me by a concerned, albeit anonymous, friend.”
Raymond felt a pain in his chest. Panic ripped through him like a virulent virus. His world was falling apart. Suddenly. Without warning. And he felt powerless to halt its disintegration. “Patricia, you’ve got to listen to me.”
Patricia’s eyes widened in mock surprise. “Me? Listen to you?”
She threw her head back and laughed heartily.
Raymond strove to keep his voice calm. He had to make her see reason. Only by keeping a level head might he see his way through this storm. “I’ve been blackmailed. It’s been horrible. A nightmare. I’ve had no choice.”
Patricia glared at him. “And I don’t care. I’m through with you, Raymond. I’m getting a divorce. I’m getting this house and all your fucking money. And then I’m getting the hell out of this podunk town you’ve trapped me in all these years. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’ll agree to whatever I want.” She grinned. “Unless you want everyone you know to see the pictures.”