Black Book

"Jenny?!" exclaimed Bob in horrified shock.

"Bob?" nervously questioned Kathy.

"Oh dear." sighed the woman on the bed with Kathy.

Kathy and Bob looked at Jenny, Kathy with curiosity, Bob in disgust. Jenny got up from the bed and started getting dressed, not feeling particularly comfortable about the situation.

"How long?" Bob demanded to Jenny.

"Umm... about 3 years." replied Jenny. "I've tried to tell you so many times but it would have spoiled everything."

Kathy just sat there confused and listened.

"What?! And you think this doesn't spoil it? You think I wouldn't have found out eventually?" Bob started sounding disheartened.

"Umm... Bob, did you ever question why you suddenly met me at the same time you took your new job?" asked Jenny tentatively.

"Huh?" Bob was now confused. What the hell did this have to do with work?

Jenny sighed, "Oh well, you may as well know it all now that you know this much. When Peter hired you, he also hired me. He was paying me to see you because he wanted me to coax you to leave your wife because he had a crush on her and wanted to get with her, but couldn't while you're in the way because he was afraid of you for some reason, I don't know why though. I got the job because I was willing to do it for a lower pay than anyone else because I wanted to see him leave his wife cause I know her and... that doesn't matter, because it wasn't working because you were more worried about your wife claiming half of everything you owned and not being able to see the kids if you left her for another woman, so I just lapped up the money and played along and tried to think of other ways to get you to leave her. Except that, with Peter committing suicide earlier this week, I was out of a job, so I didn't bother turning up to see you this weekend cause no one was going to pay me to do it."

Bob's jaw hit the ground. Kathy's stared at the bedcover to avoid eye contact with anyone and tried hard to repress a smile.

Jenny continued, "But I didn't know that this woman was your wife and I didn't know where you lived, though now that you're here and I've noticed the photo on the dresser it's fairly obvious."

Bob quietly turned and walked down the hall way. The front door slammed shut. The car engine turned over and drove away.

"I'm so sorry." Jenny said to Kathy sincerely.

Kathy laughed. "So... now... where were we again before we were so rudely interrupted?"

Kathy once again cleaned up after dinner as Bob got his things together to go to Weirdopolis for the weekend, as usual. It had become the routine. Every Friday evening at 6pm he would leave and not return until Sunday afternoon, spending all his time – supposedly – playing card games and the like with his mates – supposedly - sleeping over at Stan’s place each Friday and Saturday night.  

It was odd though how she never was able to find out where Stan lived, or what his phone number was. It was also odd that if she tried to phone Bob about anything over the weekend, his phone was usually turned off and she had to leave a message. As time went on, the cost of his weekends away were increasing more and more. The credit card and bank statements started to show the cost of two meals at restaurants instead of one. Floral deliveries. Cash withdrawls. Transactions at hotels.  

Kathy wasn’t stupid. He was obviously fooling around and spending the money on wining and dining another woman… or women. The only thing she wasn’t sure of was whether it was one woman or several. Their sex life had died some time ago, he wasn’t interested anymore in her, and it had reached the point where she preferred to sleep on the sofa anyway. Her interest in sex hadn’t died however, but she kept being the loyal wife regardless. There was more to a marriage than sex after all, and so long as all her other needs were met… well… she could be worse off, and he was a good dad to the kids, even though they were still only babies. She no longer loved him enough to care if he was getting his rocks off elsewhere, and it wasn’t as if he was going to pass on any diseases to her. She would have to have sex with him for that to happen after all!  

It was another typical weekend. Kathy sat at home alone wondering what to do with herself. The kids were asleep. The housework was all done. There was nothing interesting on television. The usual internet surfing was getting dull, she was even becoming disheartened and bored with the usual goings on at Minti. She was bored… and frustrated.  

Picking up the phone book and browsing through the yellow pages for some inspiration as to what she might be able to do with herself on a Saturday night without having to worry about the kids, she opened the book at random and landed on the Adult Entertainment section. Well, now that was an idea! If Bob could spend money on fooling around, surely she could hire someone to satisfy her needs? After all, those that are paid for such services don’t kiss and tell, don’t come knocking on the door with flowers later on, and are totally discrete about it all… She picked up the phone and nervously dialled.  

A woman answered the phone. That gave Kathy a strange sense of relief, because after all, surely a woman would understand her predicament! However, she was quite dismayed to find that only a rare few such services provided male “companions”, and those that did charged horrendous prices that she just couldn’t afford! So much for that idea! But on her last phone call, the woman she spoke to enlightened her a little and gave her something to consider that she had never thought of before… why not hire a woman? A woman is not only cheaper, but will also know how to better please her, and with the use of toys could do anything a man could do only better. Kathy was stunned at that suggestion and hung up the phone, but she later on thought it over during the week while she was going to sleep alone each night on the sofa.  

The following weekend, Bob left at 6pm on Friday as usual. The kids were in bed. Kathy decided, what the heck, why not? Only live once right? If she didn’t like it she could just tell the girl to leave and never go there again. Gathering up the nerve to do so, she gingerly picked up the phone and called up one of the Adult agencies. After talking to the woman on the phone and being reassured that she would be safe, everything would be totally discrete and she would be in total control of her situation, she requested a woman to arrive for her on Saturday night after the children were in bed.   The next day, Kathy was a bundle of nerves. No one came to visit that day and for that she was grateful, as she was sure her nerves about her “date” that night would show to anyone that saw her, and she was not prepared to explain anything! She got through her day as normally as possible, got the kids to bed, had a few strong drinks to calm her nerves as much as she could, and then there was a knock at the door. 

Her heart stopped for a second and then her throat tightened and she couldn’t move. A second knock on the door. She had to answer it. She had gotten this far, it wasn’t going to hurt, at worst it would be uncomfortable and she could just ask the woman to leave. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to gather her courage and answered the door.  

The woman standing before her was a perfectly normal looking woman. She could have been a neighbour, or another mum that went to baby-group. She was a little younger, but not by much.  

“Hello?” Kathy had no idea what else to say. What if it was someone else just asking for directions or the like?  

“Hi, are you Kathy?” asked the woman in a polite and friendly fashion.  

“Umm… yes.”  

“You asked for me to arrive at 9pm?” the woman asked discretely.  

PHEW! It was the person Kathy had expected, only she was expecting someone dressed like one of the girls typically seen in the movies standing on street corners. This was not her image of a hooker at all!  

“Ummm… yes… ummm… come in.” Kathy’s nerves began to show. Not knowing what else to say, she asked tentatively, “Would you like a cup of coffee or something?”  

The woman declined politely, but encouraged Kathy to make one for herself and offered to sit and talk for a bit and let her get comfortable with her presence. This pleasant mannered normal looking woman eased Kathy’s apprehension immensely over the next hour. They just sat and talked, and Kathy ended up telling her all about her failing relationship, her frustrations, her anger at her husband for what she knew he was doing… and eventually she started to cry.  

The woman gave her a comforting hug and from there is where it started. A soft breath of Kathy’s neck. A gentle hand caressing her hair. A soft kiss on her neck...   Kathy quicky succumb to the woman’s caresses and before she knew it they were in the bedroom, bodies entwined, doing things that Kathy never even imagined, and she was enjoying every minute of it! After Kathy had enough, the woman quietly left with her payment and was gone. Kathy slept in the bedroom that night, and slept well, for the first time in over a year.  

For the rest of the week she went back to the sofa as usual, but now every night she was going to sleep thinking about that Saturday night, and longing to feel that way again.  

The following Friday night, Bob left at 6pm again. Again, Kathy phoned the agency and asked for the same woman. She wasn’t available. Well, it wasn’t all new anymore, so she accepted a different woman that was available. The next night, Kathy bypassed the coffee and chat and headed straight for the bedroom.  

For the next eight months, this became Kathy’s routine. While her husband was out fooling around and spending up money on the other woman or women, she was spending some money as well on having just as much fun… probably more! There were a few times that she became more adventurous than normal and hired more than one woman at a time when she could afford to. She often started to question whether she was actually gay, or bi-sexual, but after much consideration she came to realise that wasn’t the case, she was just getting from a woman what she couldn’t get from a man, and there was no emotional attachments, it was purely lustful. 

Everything seemed sweet. She had her dirty little secret and no one knew, and no one would ever find out…  

until…  

One Saturday night at 9:30pm, there was a key in the front door. Kathy thought she heard it but dismissed it as her imagination. Then the bedroom door opened, and before her stood Bob, with an expression of fury and disgust upon his face at seeing her naked upon the bed with another woman.  

To be continued…            

Pretty please with a cherry on top!  Lack reading material........dying to read....dying...gasp....please help...........

Phil stood outside the window with a million thoughts running thru his mind, how was he going to get Peter out of the room without him hurting Claire. Then it hit him, he decided to phone the house phone from his mobile.

Ring ring ring.... "Oh I wonder who that could be Claire, who would be calling us" Peter whispered into Claires ear.

She couldnt respond as he had gagged her and tied her up, hot tears streamed from her eyes and down her cheeks. Peter just sat there staring ahead stroking Claires hair.

"Oh well im sure they will call back if it's important" shruged Peter. He got up and opened his the drawer on his bedside table. He reached in and pulled out a little black case. He unzipped the case and pulled out a syringe. Claire saw this out of the corner of her eye and she started to panic, she squirmed and wriggled trying to free her self from the binds.

"hmmmm" huffed Peter "If I can't have you No one can Claire bear, and ill join you in the afterlife so we can be happy again" He flicked the syringe and started to wrap a belt around her arm.

Ring ring ring.. It was Phil calling again from outside. "Fck Just let us die in peace" yelled Peter he placed the syringe down on the bedside table and walked out of the room to get the phone.

Claire knew it was now or never she ran at her bedroom window crashing thru the glass, bits and pieces of the glass slicing thru her soft white skin. She landed right next to phil. Phil didn't expect the have claire come crashing thru the window, he dropped his phone as a shard of glass sliced his forearm.

He reached down and undid her gag "Quick he have ro run untie me he will kill us" paniked Claire,Phil decided it would be quicker to just pick Claire up in his arms and run.

"OI DONT MOVE ONE MORE STEP" Yelled Peter Click Click, Phil knew that sound, Peter had cocked his shotgun and placed it to Claires forehead. Phil looked into Peters Dark black eyes, he placed Claire back on the ground

"Peter you have it all wrong mate" said Phil.

"DONT MATE ME PHIL YOUR MENT TO BE MY BROTHER AND ALL ALONG YOU WANTED MY WIFE" Bellowed Peter.

The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance, Peter pulled claire up of the ground and held her like a hostage.

"Peter I swear I never has feeling for Claire-" "you didn't" said Claire shocked, "Peter the police will be here soon, put the gun down and we can forget this ever happened"Said Phil and he reached his arm out to Peter gesturing for him to hand over the gun. "LIES ALL LIES TELL MY KIDS I LOVE THEM" Cryed out Peter and in that moment

BANG

The gun fell to the ground.

Claire fell to the ground.

Peter Fell to the ground.

Phil just witnessed his brother take his own life, it was like it happened in slow motion.

SCREECH Police cars were pulling up outside...

Phil picked Claire up and untied her arms and legs, the police came running around the house from every angle, gun out and Yelled "HANDS UP"

"Its too late its over" Cried Phil as he held Claire close. She whispered into his ear, "I always loved you"

The end

So I thought I'd share it and my responce with everyone. Sorry to break the story up with a group rules and guidelines blog, but I think this needed clarifying for everyone.

with the little black book group you say in the rules that if (name) getsa tatoo on them then they are for ever tattood. well i was wondering does this also stand if the writer makes a couple, say julie and peter are married in one story, can we use julie in a relationship with bob? just trying to understand the rules as im not one to break them.

Continuity is not a hard and fast rule, the only real hard and fast rules are just to avoid telling a story that is based on truth and giving away who it is you're talking about by description of the people involved.

The continuity thing is just something to play with. Like all soapies, continuity is secondary to a good story. So if you can wriggle the story so that Julie and Peter break up at some point in the future, or maybe the story you have to tell takes place in Julie's past, it's good, but if nothing will work like that and continuity has to be broken, it just makes the while chronicle stranger and funnier.

I've seen characters die, get buried, and come back to life under the most extremely dubious storylines in soapies; if they can get away with that, anything is possible!

 

"Oh no Jenny I need you to take my keys and take the kids to my mums PLEASE.. I have a bad feeling Peter is going to lose it.." trembled Claire as she got up and started tidying the room. "Really? Claire? Whats going on... should I be worried? Asked Jenny as she grabbed the car keys. "Just go now, take them out the back door or something please I'll be over soon with clothes ok I'll call a cab or something" Claires voice sounded like a small child, tiny and squeaky.

Jenny grabbed the kids and their happy meal boxes and slinked out the back door in perfect time. BANG the front door slammed shut, making claire jump. She hurrying around the kitchen putting the dishes that had been drying in the rack away.

She could hear the jinggling of keys and foot steps coming towards her.

"Arrrggghhhh" Claire cried out as she felt a massive hand grab her by the back of her head pulling her backwards by her hair. Peter dragged Claire down the hallway and into the bed room where her threw her onto the bed. Whimpering Claire struggled to sit up and turned to face Peter SLAP Peter slapped Claire across the face throwing her back into a laying position on the bed. "Just stay still and noone gets hurt"Peter said in the most snakiest voice you could imagine.

"What the fcuk wher you thinking speaking to me like you have some sort of authority in this world CLAIRE, who made you boss" snarled Peter and he undid his belt.

"Im im sorry Peter I really didnt mean to sound that way I just wanted..."

"Just wanted what to go out slutting around with your no good friend Jenny?" Peter cut in.

"No not at all I thought that seeing as it was my birthday and i hadn't celebrated it that you would understand" Claire whimpered as she stood up straitening her hair out. "Please don't do this Peter not today its ok you don't have to watch the kids, mums going to do it"

"Do what Claire,do this" He flicked his belt across her back, "You just want to dance with Phil don't you CLAIRE" he said through his clentched teeth. His eyes turned from brown to the darked black, the kind of black that makes your heart skip a beat with fear. Claire was puzzeled, how could he know?

"Oh thats right sweety good old Pete is good for something, did you honestly think with all my years in the Sillymeadows Police Force that I couldn't remember how to bug your car, your phone and your handbag?" Peters said cockily. Claires heart sank deep inside her and she turned white.

"Don't even try to worm your way out of this one, I have been listening to you and Phil, chatting away in your lunch breaks, him asking about your bruises and if he could help, and to make things worse he even asked for a dance, you think your going to get it bad wait till Phil gets home and sees the little suprise i left him, you want to know why I was late home... CLAIRE you little boyfriends about to warm up" Laughed Peter. It was as if peter was insane, his voice even sounded empty, cold and dark.

Claire sat curled in a ball trying to hide her face behind her hands. She could not believe things had gotten this bad, she knew Peter was different, ever since he got fired from the force for shooting that teenager accidently he seems lost. Claire just preyed over and over in her mind, please god please god make him go away make it stop.

Meanwhile.....

On the otherside of town Phil was pulling into his driveway when "sweet dreams are made of these who .." sang his mobile phone.

"Hello Phil speaking" Phil answered as he turned of his car. "Phil where are you? are you ok?" whispered Jenny from outside Claires bedroom window. Jenny hadn't taken this kids to claires mums at all, instead she took them next door to Kathy's house. She didnt feel right leaving Claire home with Peter and she was now sitting just beside Claires bedroom window listening to Peter rant and rave. She could hear claire weeping.

"Why wouldn't I be and why are you whispering?" asked Phil, "Don't go inside your house, please don't Peter has lost his marbles he thinks your seeing Claire behind his back and he has done something to your house" Whispered Jenny, "what the fcuk, as if! Jenny you have lost it, whats happening" said Phil as he stuck his key in the front door" Phil you have to trust me, Peter has Claire in their room beating her and yelling about you and her, he has been bugging her its insane" Jenny said, Phil paused and took his key back out of the keyhole and started to slep backwards, the colour draining from his face as he smelt the strong smell of gas coming from his house." Oh no fcuk fcuk he has filled my place with gas, I need to go and call the fire brigade" Phil said "NO phil you need to come here right away and save Claire Peter is hurting her didnt you hear me"snapped Jenny. "Right right ill be right over ok, stay low don't get involved Jenny promise me"Phil said as he climbed back into his car.

Phil took the hand brake of and let the car roll out of the driveway so he wouldn't ignite and fumes, he dialed the fire brigade as he drove and explained what had happened, they said they would head over and get the gas turned of and cleared out.

The whole drive to Claires place Phils mind was scrammbled, as he replayed conversations with Claire and tried to work out how Peter could think he wanted Claire, He didnt want Claire, he wanted Jenny...

He Parked a few houses away and creeped out the back of Claires house where he saw Jenny hiding next to the window he gestered for her to come to him, she creeped over. "whats happening?" he asked " nothing, after I spoke to you Peter tied Claire up, gaged her and he has just been sitting next to her stoking her hair" Im terrified"cried Jenny "Right, you go next door and stay at Kathys, Call the police tell them everything and ill try get peter out of the room" Phil sounded like he had a plan. Jenny snuck of and out of the yard.

to be continued...

 

Driving to work that morning, Claire, Felt excited... Tonight for the first time in what felt like forever she and her bestfriend, Jenny, were headed out on a "Girls night out".

Claire had finally convinced her Hubby, Peter, to look after their 2 kids so she could go out for her birthday (which was 3 months ago by the way). Peter had never had both kids alone for more then an hour before and claire was in need of some "ME" time.

As she parked her car thought of her new outfit and shoes ran through her mind, Backless sparkly grey top, Light blue jeans with fashionable tears in all the best places, studded black belt and her black heels... She was going to look like one yummy mummy...

She snapped out of her daydream and got out of the car, "Claire" A man yelled from behind her.. Clair swung around in shock, only to see fellow work mate, Phil standing there flicking his dirty blonde fringe out of his face, "You headed out to Dropsey's Bar tonight?" He asked as he walked towards her...

Phil made Claire feel unconfortable.. in a good way. He always noticed her perfume, or if she was feeling down. And he smelt so good and always looked so good..She hated her self for even thinking about him, she was married.. she has children that need to have a family.. a mum and a dad. She couldn't alow herself to think that way.

"Um, I might be going to Dropsey's with Jenny, why?" She replied in a snappy way, she didnt want to sound happy.. or get excited at the thought he may be going out as well. "Oh, well me n my mates are going there for a few drinks and some pool tonight, might have to steal a dance of you?" He replied as he walked of into the workshop not giving her a change to reply.Flusted she grabbed her handbag out of the car and heading into the office.

All day long her mind kept wandering to thoughts of how the night will turn out, and she kept telling her self Peter will change his mind, he wont want her having any fun. Ever since Peter started his new job as Head security at  Murtles Mall he had been distant and short fused. They both worked 9 - 5 yet he expected her to pick the kids up from daycare, cook dinner do the housework while he sat online playing poker or chatting on msn. It was like he didnt want to be there, be involved or interact with her. They hadn't been intimate in months and she was starting to wonder what was wrong with her.

The last 30 minutes of the day felt to Claire like years and as she headed out the door at 5pm she felt a hand grab her arm and pull her backwards, in her mind she imagined Phil, pulling her into his broad chest and wrapping his arms around her small framed body and holding her tight.. REALITY CHECK.... it was Jenny.

"Oh its you, I mean Hi" Claire said as if she was in a hypnotic daze." Oh thats real nice Claire bear, who were you expecting, Brad Pitt" Jenny giggled "All set for our big night out chicky?" Jenny asked. "Ahha, unless Peter back out on us" Clair said as she and jenny hopped in to Claires car. "OH he better not or he will have me to deal with" Jenny snarled.

Jenny and Peter had never gotten along, Jenny had seen the way Peter treated Cleair and she had noticed the bruised on Claires arms and legs, even if Claire thought noone noticed.. Jenny did. Jenny had been trying to get claire out of the house for months to confront her and offer her help and tonight was the night. Jenny couldn't stand seeing her bestfriend live like a slave anymore and she loved Claires kids like they were her own.

The drive home was full of talk on what to wear and what to drink and laughing at each others dancing styles, they picked the kids up and got them some maccas for dinner on the way home, that way Peter couldn't complain about having to cook dinner.

"Peters not home?" Claire said puzzeled as they pulled into her driveway. "Typical" Growled Jenny as she got out of the car.

"Claire Ill get the kids sorted with their dinner ok, you go call Peter and see whats up?" Jenny asked, "OK Thanks Jen" Claire scrumaged thru her hand bag looking for her phone.

"What!" spat Peter at the other end of the phone, "Um, are you going to be home soon?" Claire said in the nicest way she could, do peter wouldn't think she was hurrying him. "I'll be home when I F'ing feel like it!" Yelled Peter "Um ok Peter don't forget I'm going out tonight with Jenny" Claire replied. "OH YEAH thats right, your going out with that thing tonight arent you, and im stuck home doing nothing" snarled Peter, "Well not doing nothing, spending time with YOUR kids" snapped Claire and then er heart sank.. she shouldn't have spoke that way, Peter would be so angry now.... she waited for his reply.. the phone went quiet.. "Ill be seeing you soon" said Peter coldly and he hung up.

Claire started to panic, her night out was over, how could she leave her kids home with that monster. She dial her mum praying she would answer, "Hello" Yes Claire thought Mum's home, " Mum I know you have been working all day but I need a favour, Peter was ment to have the kids tonight so I could go out with Jenny but he is in the worst mood and I don't trust him with the kids, could you." Claire was cut short, "Of course I can, Just drop them over on your way out ok hun" Claire loved her mum, "Thanks you so so much , Ill see you at about ninish ok" Claire said excitedly, "No worries, by love" Claires mum hung up.

Claire headed inside, "Good news Jenny, Mum is having the kids, Peter is .. um.. tired from work so we wont bother him with looking after the kids ok?" Claire said as she tossed her bag down on the table and sat down to eat.

"Oh good, and guess what, I got a text just then, from Phil, they are meeting us there at Nine! how cool is that" Jenny called out from the kitchen.

At that exact moment screaching tyre sounds came from outside, it was peter getting home and pulling up in the driveway.

Claires heart began to race.

to be continued.

 

Okay, I fully understand that some people have dark little secrets that they want to share with others, but Minti is not the place to go blabbing about them publically as there is a legal issue called slander! However, for those that feel that they need to get such a thing off their chest, this group now gives you a way to tell your story as part of an ongoing chronicle of dark little secrets in a fictionous environment. Read the rules carefully before writing anything, and most of all, have some fun with it!