Taking Gina "It's over. Forget it. We're through." Gina said. "Just like that? After twenty years of marriage?" Dean asked. "You lied." Gina stalked the family room agitated. "I thought we had something special. None of our friends--- the ones that are still together--- none of them ever did the things we did. Lunch together everyday almost. Always making time for each other. Wanting to be together--- I thought--- all the time." "I did." Dean said. "I mean I DO." "Liar!" "I'm not lying." "You suddenly start blowing me off for lunch--- how come? I know you were having an affair. Coming home late. Alcohol on your breath. You were having an affair. Admit it." "I wasn't." "She told me." "She's a liar." "Then why did you suddenly stop wanting to be around me? Suddenly you don't want me coming around your office? I saw you arguing with her in the parking lot. Not the way an employee and her boss would argue. No. It was a lover's spat. You two were arguing the way lovers do." "Lovers argue? We never argued- you and me." "Maybe we should have. Maybe then we'd have worked things out." "There's nothing to work out. I wasn't having an affair. She's lying. She's a ball-breaking Bitch. She's disrupting the office. She puts stress on everyone. That's the only reason I started begging off lunch. And after work I needed to stop off for a drink on the way home. To cool down. I didn't want to burden you with my work problems." "That's rich. The owner of the company is letting some little bitch run his office for him--- like I believe that. Why didn't you just fire her if she was such a disruption? Tell me that. Liar." "It's complicated. Besides you know how I hate to fire people. I wanted to give her a chance." "At the expense of your business and our relationship...? Our marriage...? I don't believe you. That's too stupid even for you." The whole conversation was going nowhere fast. "Please leave." Gina said. "NOW." "Tell me one thing, Gina. Why? After twenty years (of what I thought of as the perfect marriage) and, one day, all of a sudden, that little wench turned you around on me. You're lovers? How did that happen? Now you're a lesbian? I never even knew you were curious. What's that about?" "She showed me what a sexual coward you are." "She doesn't know me." "Oh, but I do." Gina said. "I confronted her about your affair and she admitted it. Then she took me into the ladies room and ravaged me. She didn't care that anyone could have seen us. She didn't care. She just didn't care. She took me into a stall and ripped my clothes off. That Chanel number... she tore it off my body and ravaged me. And ravished me. "I could have screamed and someone would've been there in an instant. She risked it. She licked my nipples hard the way you never could. She kissed my mouth like her life depended on it. She wanted me. She had to have me. She couldn't wait. She was all over me. Her desire rattled my bones. DESIRE. WANT. Not masculine need. Not the physical deprivation that turns you men into whining idiots. No. A passionate feminine eye that saw something beautiful in me. Go ahead laugh." "I'm not laughing." "Something wonderful and rare she saw in me that she just had to have to be able to go on breathing. A life force. A connection. She adored me for what I am-myself-an exquisite creature. In my entire life I've never felt so absolutely desired. Down to my soul. She saw her chance and she took it. SHE TOOK ME. Like a thief in the night. She took me. And I wanted to be taken. "She looked at me. Let me get my mind together. Gave me a chance to call it off and yell for help. Then she knew. She forced me to eat her right there in the toilet. She couldn't wait and neither could I. I had to have her. "She showed me what sexual courage was all about. She risked everything to be with me. Once we were through, once I was done eating her out for the third time, licking her out like I'd die if I didn't get every last drop of love she had to offer, even then I could have called the police and said she'd molested me. She knew it. It wasn't true--- I wanted it --- even so how could she know for certain I wouldn't have a change of heart? She had the courage of her sexual convictions. She was confident enough to risk everything on the need she saw in me and want she felt inside her own body. "God I love her so!" "You went down on her just like that?" Dean asked, mystified. "You haven't licked my dick since our honeymoon. And you went down on that bitch the first time she asked for it?" "She didn't ASK, you stupid wimp, she took me. She wasn't worried about hurting my feelings or whether it was proper sexual etiquette. She saw something in me that she wanted and she took it. I responded the only way a red-blooded American slut could--- you'd know that if you ever wanted it so bad you couldn't play it safe anymore. If you wanted ME --- I should say." "How can you call yourself a slut?" I asked. "I never thought of you like that. I respected you. Always." "Yeah." She told me. "Even when you wanted head. If you'd of acted like a man possessed and made me your slut I'd of sucked your cock till it fell off. I'd of been so turned on. But no. You respected me. You laid out all the pros and cons like it was a business transaction. Making a logical argument out of it in that whining voice of yours instead of just taking what you wanted--- taking ME! "Get out. NOW. Please, just get the hell out of here." Dean knew he was beaten. That lying little bitch had taken his whole life away. He left. As Dean walked out the door he found Shanna, the home wrecker, waiting for him. She had a bag of goodies with her. "Don't look so down." Shanna told him. "It ain't over till it's over--- and it ain't over by a long shot." Dean just stared. Drained of all emotion. "Cheer up." Shanna said. "Show some gumption. You don't actually believe I intend to set up house with Susie Homemaker do you? It's fun turning these Bourgeoisie housewives into stone She-Freaks but it gets old quick. You can have her back after tonight." "So it's all just a game to you? The world is your personal toy box to do with as you see fit? Without regard for the mess you create and leave behind?" "You could say that." Shanna looked right at him, she didn't appreciate him trying to be put her on the defensive. "Or you could say I put things right. Your namby-pamby personality got things way out of whack. Here and at the office. Once I'm outta here I'll leave a workable ecology. Things'll be in balance. I'm a regular relationship environmentalist." Dean had no idea what she was talking about. "You're too damn nice for your own good." Shanna told him. "That's not a compliment. Anyway, the fact that Gina turned so easily is a tribute to you. She went lesbo so easily to see what it was I had over you. She thought you had the hots for me and she needed to believe I was `ALL THAT'. All the passion she felt for your marriage became directed at me. I didn't give her a chance to think critically. I played on her passion. I played HER. "Don't get me wrong I do like her. She's a beautiful woman. You've got something special there, Dean-boy, don't fuck it up." "You fucked it up." Dean told her. "She kicked me out." "She wants to see you fight for her." Shanna said. "She wants to see some passion. But that's not you, is it? But I've got a plan." She held up the bag. "I've got a nice little outfit in here for you, and some toys. We're gonna dress you up and use you like an obedient little slut. I'll say it's a test and you have to prove how much she means to you but submitting to us. You'll be our sissy-bitch. By the end of the night you'll be degraded in every way possible. When she sees the depths you're willing to grovel in to save your marriage she'll understand how much she means to you. "If you do that, after we're through, I'll tell her the truth. That we never had an affair. She'll do anything you ask of her after that. You'll be getting blow-jobs for breakfast. You won't have to ask." "You'll leave us alone?" "Yes." "That's it?" "I'll expect I nice severance package from work." "Okay. Let's do it."