Date: Fri, 28 Oct 2011 06:50:13 -0400
From: RANDY WIGGINS <rwig@hotmail.com>
Subject: HOMONY - CHAPTER 3 -GAY - ADULT FRIEND/SF-FANTASY

The following is part of a novel in progress.  There is some sex but not
highly explicit.  It is a fantasy set in the not so distant/possible
future.  Please let me know what you think. E-mail me at: rwig@hotmail.com

Legal stuff: The story is mine so don't steal it or I'll be pissed.

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*****
THREE

   Gloria sat across the breakfast table from Phillip and watched him as he
read the paper and drank his coffee.  They had only been married for three
weeks but she was already suspecting she'd made a mistake.  There were
still so many things about Jerrison's disappearance that didn't add up.
Things that she should have questioned far more closely at the time and now
she wished she had.
   "What's wrong, dear?"  Phillip asked.  He placed his now folded paper
aside and looked across at his new bride.
   "I was just thinking about Jerrison.  Today would have been his forty
first birthday.  I need to take the kids to the cemetery after school to
put out fresh flowers."
   "That sounds like a nice idea, dear."  Phillip said.  He didn't like the
look in Gloria's eyes.  She had suspicion in her eyes and that was never
good.  He knew when she got that look, when any woman got that look, there
was trouble on the way.
   "You don't say much about Jerrison, Phillip.  You were supposed to have
been good friends as well as colleagues."
   "What would you like me to say about him, Gloria?  He was a good man.
He worked hard, made a good living for you and the children.  He was very
moral and determined but he had his faults like anyone else."
   "What were those faults, Phillip," Gloria asked.  She knew well enough
that Jerrison had secrets and pains that he didn't share with her.  There
were things in his past that she didn't want him to share with her but she
still had feeling for her departed husband.  You don't spend fifteen years
with a man and have no feeling for him.  Granted most of those feeling had
started to turn to loathing and borderline hate but they were feelings.
   "You know as well as I do that he had affairs, Gloria."
   "So, I did to.  If I hadn't you wouldn't be sitting there now."  She
said flatly.  "I still don't know for sure if Cynthia is his or yours."
   "His.  I had a vasectomy years ago.  I never wanted children.  In fact I
still hope to talk you into sending those two to boarding school some
place."
   "Phillip..."
   "Yes dear?"
   "Fuck you."
   He laughed.
   Gloria stood up from the table and left the room, her bright red hair
flaring out around her head as she stormed from the room.  Fucking bastard!
She'd already told him she was not sending her kids away.  Private school
was one thing but boarding school?  Hello no!  She walked into her bedroom
and continued across the room into her dressing room.  She slung open the
folding wooden doors and examined the dresses and pant suits which hung
there.  What should she wear to the cemetery to visit her dead husband who
she doubted was really dead?  There as no body down there, just an empty
box.  They never found the body, just the wrecked Jag at the bottom of the
cliff.
   She sat at the dressing table and stared at herself in the mirror.  The
night he went missing they'd argued about the damn private school again
then he'd gone up to bed.  She stayed in the library reading then went up
herself.  He was sound asleep and she slipped in beside him without waking
him.  She remembered laying there not able to sleep as the clock rolled
over to three then four in the morning.  She didn't know when she drifted
off but when she got up at eight Jerrison was gone and the maid was
vacuuming the hall outside of their bedroom.
   "I'm sorry, Gloria.  I didn't mean to upset you."  Phillip came up
behind her and placed his hands on her silk covered shoulders.
   "Then why did you do it," She asked.
   "All the talk of Jerrison just annoyed me, I guess.  I do miss him
sometimes.  He was a friend, you know.  We were suppose to have lunch the
day he died.  He never showed and when I got back to the office to find the
police there, well..."
   "I understand, Phillip."  She said.  She didn't really.  She still
wondered about that lunch, about the police and the accident.  She also
wondered about the missing four million from their brokerage and savings
accounts.  What happened to that money?
   "I have to go to work.  If you want me to go to the cemetery with you
and the children call me before one."
   "No, Phillip.  We'll go alone, but thank you for the offer."
   "As you wish dear."  He kissed the top of her head and left the room
humming some inane tune.
   "Bastard," she whispered under her breath.  She wondered what it would
take to get out of this marriage with the least amount of inconvenience and
loss of money.

TBC...