“What, Kevin has been here?” I asked, my voice barely containing my angst.
“Yeah, he popped around just after lunchtime when he saw I’d got back from my shift at the library.”
“And what did he say exactly?” dreading the possibility of several unpleasantly compromising replies.
“He just said that you and he were old college buddies, and asked if we would like to attend his house-warming party on Saturday evening. He was only on the doorstep for a couple of minutes. After he told me you guys knew each other, I invited him in, but he said he was in a bit of a rush. He said maybe next time he’d bring some cookies and join me for coffee and entertain me with some old school stories he bet you’d never gotten around to tell me. Why didn’t you say you guys were at college together?” she asked with a quizzical stare.
I became blank at her question as I gulped in despair and stared into a vacant middle distance. Of course I’d never gotten around to telling her some of those stories. I’d intended to take them with me to my grave.
After several tense seconds, when my wife realised I wasn’t going to answer, she continued, “Anyways, he said it was a reverse fancy dress. The women were to be dressed as male characters, and the men would be dressed up as women. He said to say for you not to feel embarrassed about coming dressed as a woman, like as if you might be reluctant or something. Anyways, of course I said we’d be there. It sounds like fun.”
I scuttled away before my wife had chance to perceive any emotion. My mind was in meltdown. Should I tell my wife not to speak to Kevin? Should I tell her we can’t go? That would surely open a barrage of uncomfortable ‘whys?’ I had to go see Kevin and assert some kind of authority, otherwise this mental torture could go on for months. After dinner I went round to see him.
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“Hi, Pinky,” he said, as I stood on his doorstep. “I didn’t expect to see you here this evening. Party-time isn’t until Saturday,” Despite his words, he was grinning like he knew I’d show up.
“Look, Kevin. You’re going to have to stop dragging up the past. I won’t put up with it.” I asserted, trying to disguise my discomfort.
“I can understand why you’d like to forget the past, ‘cos this afternoon it all came back to me. I’ll be honest with you Pinky, until yesterday, I’d completely forgot. And I can’t blame you for being ashamed of your past behaviour, but we’re neighbours now, so I’ll cut you a deal. If you come to the party, I promise I’ll be a good neighbour. If you don’t, it’ll be an excuse to pay your wife an occasional visit. Tell her some stories.”
“You leave my wife out of it.”
“Hit a nerve, have I? It’s up to your wife whether she allows me to come and visit, especially when I know you’re not there. Or it’d be even better is she comes round here and look me up, which could result in her looking up at me as she kneels at my feet.”
“Enough! I’ll come to your stupid party, but after, you stay out of my life from then on, ok?”
“Sounds fair to me. I can’t wait to see you dressed as a woman, though. See you then. And don’t forget your extra special underwear.”
“I won’t be wearing anything special for you.”
“Oh, I expect you will be. For sure at the start, but maybe not by the time of the climax. Under something flimsy and frilly is my suggestion, and as you know, I always have my way. Anyways, I can’t stand here talking all night. I’ve calls to make. I haven’t organised the video-taping yet. Be sure to say ‘hi!’ to your wife.”
With that, he closed the door in my face, and I slinked home like a scolded, lost puppy. So much for standing up for myself. Even worse, I’d called his party ‘stupid’ and virtually ordered him to stay out of my life afterwards, and Kevin’s not the type who takes orders.
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TUESDAY
The next day, Tuesday, I arrived home from work to more disturbing bad news.
“Kevin called around here again this afternoon.”
“Oh, joy,” I silently sighed inward. “What did he want today?”
“He said he was going to take some photos for nostalgia at the party, and did you still have your old sports gear. I told him you kept all your old kit in that tatty sports bag in the garage. I had just gotten out of the shower and had my robe on, so he said for me not to bother, but asked could he go have a look and grab what he needed by himself. I gave him the key and said he was welcome to go hunting.”
“Did he say what he was looking for?” I asked through my rapidly drying mouth.
“No, but although he didn’t seem to have anything with him when he brought back the key, he said he’d found what he wanted.”
“I’d better go check he didn’t leave a mess,” I said over my shoulder as I headed out to the garage. I almost ran when I was out of her sight. I grabbed the bag off the shelf and delved into the zipper pouch inside. They weren’t there. My treasured pink panties, which I’d kept carefully hidden, were gone. I composed myself and headed back to the kitchen.
“Was everything OK?” my wife asked.
“He’d put my bag back in its place, and nothing else was disturbed.” I said truthfully.
“He’s a bit of a cheeky one though, isn’t he?” my wife commented.
“Why, what did he say?”
“It’s not what he said exactly. It was more the way he conducted himself. He really checked me out when he saw I was wearing a bathrobe. He’s such a big guy that when he took a step closer, I thought he was gonna reach out and rip it right off. It was a bit of a spine-tingling moment actually, knowing he could have rendered me naked at the simple flick of his wrist. I’m glad he’s your buddy. If a huge stranger came so close with the same glint in his eye, he might have actually gone ahead and rip-stripped me.”
This was getting worst by the day.
“If you want me to stop him from calling….” I ventured hopefully.
“No, don’t be silly. It was probably my imagination running wild.”
……………….
That night in bed, I felt my wife jiggling about in her sleep. At least I think she was asleep.
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WEDNESDAY
The next day, Wednesday, when I arrived home from work, I was told Kevin had called around again, this time for coffee. My wife said he’d been charming, but again had been cheeky, and at every chance had stood close, which had made her feel small at his side. He’d said it was a shame she wasn’t still in her bathrobe, having really enjoyed what he saw.
“What, Kevin came inside the house?” A stupid question, as she’d said they’d had coffee.
“Of course I invited him in. He’d brought cookies with him just like he’d promised.”
“Was he here long? Did you guys talk about much?” I fished, as I tried to hide my involuntary shaking.
“He was really charming and quite entertaining, and we talked almost all afternoon. He told me some stories, engrossing and scary, while I was laid outside in the sun.”
“Laid outside in the sun?” I repeated, almost in a squawk. “You were laid out in the sun?”
“Well, while we were chatting, he said it was a shame I wasn’t wearing my bathrobe, so I thought I’d indulge him, and after coffee I went and put on my bikini. Then we went outside so I could work on my tan, and he sat on the lounge just beside me.”
“Oh,” I gulped, “And he told you some stories? No tall tales about me, I hope?”
“No, not really. Some were about college and your name was mentioned, but mainly we talked about him. He doesn’t have any kids, and I told him neither did we, although I’d come off the pill to start trying. He wished us both luck and said he wished he could help, and seemed impressed we were buying our own home. We talked about our jobs and how we all were doing, and what he does for a living. He said he makes his cash, and inferred he’s got plenty, by wheeling and dealing in whatever he can, and something he called ‘medieval stocks and shares’. I didn’t really understand, but anyways, he said it’s his first legitimate job since being let out. Did you know he’d spent time in gaol?”
“No, I didn’t. Did he say what for? He’s always been a bit of a villain.”
“I almost didn’t tell you ‘cos I thought you might freak. He was convicted as a biker gang leader”
I raised my eyebrows in half disbelief. “He got put away just for that?”
“Well, it’s what the gang did, and how lawless they were. That’s why the judge sent him down. They were into home invasions, where they’d break into mansions whilst the folks were still home, and sometimes they’d acted quite brutal. They’d rough up the men and force the women to strip, and lock any children in cupboards. He said they were only in it for the cash and jewelry, and they’d terrorise the owners until they handed it all over.”
“Oh Jeez.” I said, “That would be a gaol sentence.”
My wife continued…..
“Yeah. It really gave me the goose-bumps. But I had to ask… I wanted to know…. were they really that rough with the owners? It was like it suddenly made him angry, and he glared with wild menacing eyes and kinda growled and asked, ’Do you really want to know?’ Oh, darling, he said it so scary I was literally shaking, but I still nodded ‘yes’, then stupidly covered my ears. He pulled one hand away to force me to hear, then spoke in a deep, sinister voice, ‘Sometimes when we’d beaten and tied up the men, we’d make full use of the women.’ It made my hairs prickle on the back of neck when I realised what he was meaning. So I had to ask him, ask if that’s what he meant, that the women were subject to rape?’ He just looked at me cold and razzed me with a ‘maybe they were, and maybe they weren’t….. or maybe I just shouldn’t tell you.’ Then he let go of my hand and just kinda stared at me for a few seconds, like he was scrutinised me or something. I was too stunned to say anything, so he carried on with the story. He said that if they broke in some place and found a smoking hot woman, then ‘maybe’ all the guys in the gang. I told him I didn’t want to know any more, and he lightened up and said it was all behind him now and he’d gave it all up, ‘But’ he’d said, ‘except for maybe an occasional smoking hot woman’. I jokingly asked him if I was at risk, and he said that because I was red smoking hot, in truth he’d have to say ‘maybe’. But then he just smiled and relaxed and said I was yours and that I seemed content and quite happily married. He said I would only be a ‘maybe’ if you didn’t mind me getting the same treatment. I slapped his arm and said, ‘hey buster, what about me, what if that’s not what I wanted, what did he think about that?’ That’s when he scared me, ‘cos his eyes flared up again and gave me a real angry glare and said I wouldn’t be given a choice. He said he’d do whatever he wanted for as long as he wanted, and his gang would do just the same. Then he burst out laughing and said he was only teasing and I should’ve seen the look on my face. I slapped his arm and told him to stop being such a big bully and an ass. He said he was sorry and was only joking. But then he stared at me again and in a kinda low, hypnotic voice he said, ‘Debbie, you know you are hot, and have your own needs, and deep down, I bet it’s you who secretly wants it’. I don’t know what I was thinking, but like I was caught in his theme, and I stupidly blurted out ‘maybe’. As soon as I’d said that he grabbed hold of my arm and yelled, ‘Stop!’ It gave me a fright, but he said we shouldn’t joke about such things, ‘cos I’d no idea what his gang had been like. He said he’d seen them go crazy when they’d got a hot woman, and I couldn’t imagine the things that they’d do. He said they were complete animals when they got fired up, and things could get way out of hand. He said on one particular night when they’d found a lone woman, they got her surrounded and flipped out their switch-blades and…… I tell you, I started to freak, but he just burst out laughing again. I told him he’d really scared me that time and not to do it again, and thank goodness, he started talking about all the motorcycles and cars that he’d had. But after a while I told him I had to get on with my chores and could we call it a day. He was very polite and apologised if he’d outstayed his welcome. I said I didn’t mind him calling, but today I’d run out of time. He stood up to leave, but then suddenly flicked out his hand and yanked on one of the strings on my bikini bottom and pulled it ‘till they nearly fell off. I grabbed it back, but not before he’d had a chance to check out my pubes. I told him off, but he called me old-fashioned and a bit of a prude and told me ….. well, pretty much ordered …. that I should get a razor and shave the shit off. I told him to well and truly get lost, and what I did was none of his business. But then he was really sincere and said he was sorry and didn’t mean to upset me, but that a bald pussy would make me even more sexy than I already was and increase my chance to fall pregnant. That made me flush red, but he said he was speaking the truth and was only setting me straight because we were friends. I told him to stop being such an ass and that he should go, and thankfully he started walking away. But then he turned around and said ‘but you will shave it off, all off for the party, and I know you won’t dare disobey me’. That really scared me, ‘cos he sounded so serious, and I was glad when he got to the gate. But then he turned round with his big, candy smile and asked if it was Ok to call around tomorrow. I know he’d been teasing and only having fun, so I nodded to say ‘that’s OK’…. Oh darling, I hope you don’t mind.”
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