Chapter 142

She asked if she should take Friday off and I said she shouldn't. With her being gone at the conference she probably had lots of work backed up. I wanted her home on Saturday and Sunday so we could play. Friday I could get some projects done.

I loaded stuff in my truck and at the end of work (midnight, Thursday night) I was in my truck headed east. At the big truck stop in Gresham I stopped loaded with gas and bought a three hundred minute disposable cell phone. I bought a plastic box to put it in, to protect it from the rain. The box was olive drab green.

The rest of the way to Trout Lake I listened to an all night preacher. I don't like him but he kept me awake.

Just before four I put the phone in the box and the box behind the tree.

At four-fifteen I was sliding into bed with Charlene. By four-seventeen I was asleep. I got a good morning kiss, a peek at her body as she sprinted for the shower and a good-bye kiss as she left for work. By eight-thirty I was up and working. I installed the transmission equipment in the small storage closet in our upstairs room. To get into the closet you need to get down on hands and knees and crawl in. I installed the equipment and ran the cable to the bedroom closet through the ceiling. I piled boxes and junk near the equipment so if someone looked in the closet they wouldn't see it.

In the bedroom I replaced the ceiling light fixture with one built to hold a tiny video camera and I installed another camera in the drawer of the nightstand on my side of our bed. It isn't really a drawer, just a drawer front, leaving plenty of room for the camera. I turned our TV on to the test channel and adjusted the cameras for best picture and sound quality. Then I shut it all down and did other stuff. Charlene was supposed to get off work at four. At three she called.

"Can we go somewhere tonight?"

She wanted to go to Hood River and go shopping and then spend the night in a hotel. I didn't want to spend the weekend in our bed either. I agreed. She said she'd be home in an hour, she'd pack, and we'd head down the mountain.

A minute after she called my cell rang. The female voice didn't identify itself, but I recognized her voice. Mrs. Bill Stevens.

"Hi."

"Hi. Are you OK?"

"He told me today that he's all mine for the weekend. I guess she'll be with you?" "Yup. I have a plan and by next Saturday it should have already worked. I don't want you to know about it so you can't possibly give it away. Is that OK with you?"

"Yes! I've gotta go." The phone went dead. I put it in my truck.

Charlene came home, packed and jumped in my truck. Her conversation was hurried and all about work. Funny thing though, not a mention of Bill. When I got in the truck I leaned to her and said, "I'd like a kiss, please."

What I got was five seconds of tongue. Then she drew back and said, "We're burnin daylight! Let's go!"

I started the truck and we were off. She asked about the work I'd done on the cabin and what I had planned for my next trip up to visit. I didn't point out that I wasn't visiting. Perhaps she was right, and I was only visiting.

We went across the bridge into Oregon and went shopping in Hood River. We got a couple things for the cabin and had dinner in a real restaurant down by the river. The restaurant was attached to a nice motel and we registered and then walked to dinner.

As it happened a man came into the restaurant and started yelling at a waitress. Seems he found out she was cheating on him. He took her house and car keys and said she could find "all her shit" on the front yard, he was throwing her out. He stormed out and the waitress sat down and cried.

After things calmed down and the waitress went in the back someone else brought our dinner. I looked at Charlene and said, "I'm sorry they had to be so public with their troubles. Seems like such a waste."

"Excuse me. I've got to go to the ladies room."

I got up and helped her up and watched her head for the bathrooms. I asked the other waitress if there was a phone in the ladies room. She said no, it was between the two bathrooms.

I waited a minute and walked to the opening leading to the bathrooms. I didn't go around the corner but I did hear what Charlene said.

"Oh my God, if Pete ever found out it would kill him. We have to be more careful." There was a pause and she said, "I've got t get back to Pete. I miss you too. Maybe we can go to my place on Monday."

I walked back to our table and we finished dinner. We talked about almost anything we could think of except the drama we had witnessed.

We walked to our room, hand in hand. Charlene was making an effort to be with me. It didn't feel loving but it did feel like an effort was being made.

In our room I asked her if she wanted to share a shower. She thought about it and said that would be OK. She went into the bathroom and started the water. I undressed and walked in behind her. She climbed into the shower and I followed. I used a cloth and soap and soaped her. When I got behind her and knelt to scrub her legs I noticed a hickey on her upper inner thigh. Nasty bastard left his mark on what was supposed to be my woman. I finished her soaping and she did me.

In our past there usually was enough soaping and play that I got hard and Charlene our make good use of my erection. Sometimes I got sucked off and once we were in bed she would restart the action and we would fuck. In the shower that night I got a hand job. In bed I moved to her and she backed away.

"What's this about?"

"I'm upset about the fight we saw tonight. I can't even think about being romantic. That was too upsetting. Just hold me, OK?"

I held her. It was like holding a scared child. After a while she fell asleep and rolled away from me. I watched her sleep for a while and saw an opportunity. She was on her back with her legs slightly spread. I gently touched her crease and slid my finger gently along the slit. I moved slowly. Five or six strokes and she parted her legs a little more for me. Twenty strokes and she was wet and my finger between her lips. She was moving a little as she became more and more aroused. I touched her opening and her hand grabbed my wrist, gently, not like she was awake. She held my wrist and guided my stroking of her. The juices flowed and she started making little noises.

Charlene shifted on the bed and said, "Fuck me Bill. Fuck me." She was talking to Bill in her sleep. I rolled on top of her and slipped in. She spread her legs and when I entered her eyes opened. Then they got big and she said, "I thought I said I was too upset."

"You were asleep and put my hand on your pussy. Then you said, "Fuck me!" I'm not going to turn that down."

"If you had touched my pussy I would have woken up!"

"Oh? Taste this." I put my fingers in her mouth. She pulled them out. She knew her own taste.

"I'm in. You're wet. Wanna fuck?"

"Go ahead. You are in. Let's do it." The tone said, "Get it over with."

I pulled out. Her eyes got big and angry.

"Now what?"

"I haven't been with you in weeks and now you give me that tone. I used to believe you liked it when we made it together. Now I get invited in and then I get attitude. Am I no longer big enough for you? Do you have someone else?

She sat up and said, "No! I'm just upset. I wake up and you're fucking me! So, if you want me that badly, take me!"

"Get up and dressed. I'm taking you. I'm taking you home."

I got out of bed and dressed. Charlene said, "Come back to bed. We don't need to go. I was just upset. Come back to bed."

As I pulled on my boots I looked at her and said, "You're forty miles from home. You want to walk? Then stay in bed. If I get in my truck and you aren't there I'm headed for Portland. I'm starting to think that's what you want."

Charlene jumped out of bed and pulled on her jeans and shirt. She ran to my truck carrying her underwear and boots. Not a word was spoken for the long ride back to the cabin. In the driveway she opened her door and noticed I wasn't reaching for the keys. She stopped.

"Aren't you coming in?"

"Is that your idea of an invitation? You've been silent for forty miles. No explanation, no apology, nothing. Now you ask if I'm coming in. What is it with you?"

"With me? You get me out of bed in the middle of the night threatening to leave me in the room if I don't and you expect me to apologize?"

"Who invited me into her pussy for the first time in weeks and then gets attitude about my being there? Isn't sex part of being married? Aren't we still married?"

"I'm here every night. You want some sex? Try showing up sometimes."