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voice left a concerned feeling in my gut. I paused by the couch watching him enter the living room. Jay slowly paced around closing the wooden blinds and floral curtains one by one never making eye contact with me. The room became dim with very little sunlight peeking through the cracks that the closed blinds didn’t cover. Like a child, I stood waiting for my punishment. I wasn’t sure what I did wrong, but I knew when to listen to my husband. When he finished closing the blinds, he walked around me locking the door. I didn’t let my eyes leave him.

    “You okay babe.”

    “Yup, I’m great.”

    To say I wasn’t scared or worried would be a lie because I was more than a bit terrified. He was making the moves of a serial kiler, closing off the house into complete seclusion and moving in silence. Instinct told me to shift my focus from him to the door, in case I needed to make a sudden move. Jay sat down with his hands together, fingers clasped between one another bent over looking at our floors. His eyes looked up at me with a world ful of sadness in them. Not anger but sadness.

    “I’m having trouble with getting it up. Maybe its early stages of erectile dysfunction, I don’t know. Too much pride to take it to the doctors, I’ve just been trying to relax and not let the stress get to me. They usualy say that stress wil stop a man from performing properly.” He starred at me a little longer trying to read the response on my face. I took a deep breath and exhaled.

    “I’m sure it’s just the stress from the shop Jay.”

    “Is that realy you think?”

    “Why would you ask that?”

    “Because we both know that’s a lie.”

    “Jay-”

    He put his hand up before I could finish. I stood silenced as I had been told to do. There was a long pause before he finished his words.
    His head dropped back to his chest and eyes never left the floor as he stuttered trying to break into his next statement.

    “Don’t feel sorry for me now. Don’t feel sorry for me when you’d rather be a neighborhood whore than wait for your husband.”

    The adrenaline causing my heart to pump went into over drive. I bit my tongue not knowing what could be said to cure the moment. I was in pure disbelief. As I starred at my husband who wouldn’t even look at me, I saw a tear drop down his cheek and run down to his knuckle. Seeing Jay cry sent a bulet of guilt into my heart and one into my stomach, yet I couldn’t cry. I just stood by the door numb, like a manikin in a department store; totaly speechless, emotionless and motionless, I was lost.

    “Being the good husband that I am, washing your clothes and shit, I noticed they looked kind of crusty. They were smeling realy strong too, like some good ass pussy.” He said. “But I know you got your toys and what not so I let it go. I figured you’d been in the toy shop a lot lately since you’ve been tripping.”

    “I have been.” I said.

    “Right, right, but that wasn’t true. You think I’m stupid huh?”

    “No, not at al Jay.”

    “You do. You’re my wife Mae. I’ve never seen you go through so many kinky pairs of panties and lingerie in a month’s worth of wash since I’ve known you.”

    “What difference does my panties make?”

    “Not that much of one, but I know you.”

    “So why would you cal me a whore?” Tears started to form in my eyes. I watched Jay’s expression change and he bit down hard on his lip. My heart boomed harder than a door knocker on an old wooden door.

    “Do you know how it feels to have someone tel you they suspect your wife’s cheating?” He questioned as a stream of tears began washing his face. “Another person teling you your wife may be cheating with their neighbor!”

    Jay’s voice echoed so loudly that I was sure the neighbors could hear. He stood up and made eye contact with me and began making his way across the room towards me. Panicking and scared I let out the loudest cry hoping it would soften his heart.