“I guess you’re going to have to give up on the idea of a…little fling then,” Denise said dispiritedly.
“No way!” Peggy returned vigorously. “Kyle let that slut suck his cock and I’m going to pay him back for that if it’s the last thing I ever do. I am going to have a short little fling, period.”
Neither Peggy nor her mother cared to explore the fact that the euphemism they kept using stood for an intensely intimate sex act with some faceless man. Denise’s mind shied away from visualizing what she was actually encouraging her daughter to do. Neither woman thought of it as sex…not deep in their hearts. They knew it intellectually but they didn’t feel it. It was just a way to get some retribution for the nasty business Kyle had so far gotten away with.
“That’s my girl!” Denise replied happily. “You can’t let him lord it over you like he has been. He’s the one who should be unhappy, not you. He needs to feel a little bit of what you’ve been feeling.”
The big fire truck’s approach was announced by a shrieking siren that got louder and louder. Doppler effect made the noise rise in pitch to a shrill scream that penetrated the walls of the house and even into the bodies of the people inside. For a long eternity of a few seconds, the siren’s wail was their universe. The truck passed, followed by the lesser sirens on an ambulance and a rescue wagon. The down Doppler made the noise drop in pitch and volume immediately after the emergency vehicles started moving down the street.
“Wow,” Denise exclaimed. “For a second there, I thought that truck was in your bedroom.” She chuckled a moment.
“Yeah…heck, I was wondering if it was coming in the window or something,” Peggy laughed. “It was loud, I’m here to tell you,” she told her mother.
“So where were we?” Denise asked.
“We were talking about me needing to find a way to get a little of my own back at my dear husband,” Peggy reminded her mother.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Denise answered. “Listen, honey, if you want, I’m sure there are any number of men at your father’s and my country club…at Hidden Hills. If you were to come with me for a little visit out there one afternoon, I could introduce you…?
“No, Mom,” Peggy said resentfully. “I told Kyle years ago how much I hated that place with all the stuffed shirts and stuff. He’d know something was up if I suddenly told him I was going to go out there.
“Yeah,” Denise said dejectedly. “I understand.” She was quiet for a small space.
“You know, I just do not understand why Kyle can’t admit he was wrong to let that Ann woman do what she did and see that you need to get a little payback. It’s the most natural thing in the world and he should realize that. It just doesn’t make sense,” she said in an irritated voice.
“I know,” Peggy replied. “But he acts like he owns my body or something and he isn’t about to let me find any peace.”
“You can have all the peace you want,” said the husky masculine voice. “You just can’t go fucking around like some cock happy slut so you can tell yourself you got back at me.”