38 comments/ 114488 views/ 3 favorites Walking the Fine Line By: magmaman Dotty slammed the front door so fucking hard the window shattered and shards of glass flew across the porch, landing at my feet. For some reason my mood shifted from the outright rage I had felt before to an tightly enforced calm. There lay an easy goddamn 100 dollar bill worth of repairs on my porch, no fucking reason for it at all, just stupid shit. I managed to quell the thoughts of going back inside and just popping her right in her fucking teeth, instead, I turned and simply walked away. I was on the two lane highway headed inland, not exactly cruising along either. The 1971 Chevelle I was driving had all the tricks, dual exhaust, headers, huge 4 barrel. The engine shop had reworked the valves and ports, I had rebuilt the suspension with heavy duty all the way. The one place in the world I found peace anymore was behind the wheel working the machine. I set her into a long sweeping turn, letting the rear end break traction, then fed the throttle to hold her there, rear tires bawling. Yes, somehow it calmed me, maybe I missed my calling? Finally after a few miles of that, I slowed down, the tears that suddenly flooded my eyes made it tough to see. For weeks my Dotty had been this way, yelling and screaming, I almost hated to come home from my back breaking job loading bundles in box cars. It all had started at that goddamn party. I didn't even want to go, I was tired from my day and the idea of sitting on my ass watching a movie with Dotty, playing with her nice soft little titties and then taking a hot bath together and fucking ourselves senseless sounded damn good to me. But of course her days are cooped up in the house. Cleaning and moving things around near as I can tell are boring to her. She keeps a good house so there is almost never anything to clean or move. So she knows the names and histories of ever goddamned soap opera actor there is. Jerry and Tina are sort of friends of ours. You know the kind I mean, they show up at backyard barbeques, the beach sometimes, maybe even at the movies. It is a "Howya doing?" and then off our own ways most of the time. Sometimes we end up at a bar sucking down drinks, but all they ever talk about is sex. Jerry is a bit on the fat side, and it wouldn't hurt him any to brush his teeth a bit more often, maybe shave once a day instead of twice a week. Tina is an exotic looking little thing and I do mean little, I would guess maybe 4'10" tops. Her butt is snug and her tits are firm and she knows it and does her best to show it off, too. Yea, I am male, when she bends over to pick something up, I look. That pisses Dotty off if she catches me so I try to be careful. We arrived at the goddamn party at Jerry and Tina's place, Jerry opened the door, grabbed Dotty and gave her a big hug. Then he reached out and shook my hand before I had time to get pissed at his mashing my wife's tits against his chest. The party was in full swing, several people I didn't know were working a bong on the coffee table. I never touch the stuff, neither does Dotty but in a little room like that it was getting to us anyway. I could tell because Dotty's eyes turned red and she began to giggle at everything anyone said. Several hours went by normally, I got the usual sly suggestions from Tina every time she got me cornered. Some guy named Bill was trying to hit on Dotty and getting nowhere at all, that was almost funny to watch because he was such a stupid ass about it. I mean, come on! Bow and kiss the back of her hand at a goddamned neighborhood party? As it got late I was thinking about the bath together with Dotty and a nice roll in the hay, then sleep in until fucking noon the next day wrapped up in her soft body. I needed to take a piss before I made the drive home, I had managed to stay fairly sober in spite of everyone's best efforts but I still had 3 beers backed up in me. Jerry and Tina have lots of parties, and I guess they don't like people puking and pissing all over their personal bathroom, so he had built a guest bathroom at the end of a little hall. It was odd because walking in it looked just like what you would find in a local nightclub, complete with urinal. I was standing at the urinal, feeling a bit woozy, so I leaned my forehead against the wall to steady myself. That was when I heard a noise. I finished up and zipped up, turned and there stood Tina. Unlike Dotty, I never lock the bathroom door, don't even think about it. She always does, even at home because she is on the modest side. So much so that we were dating for 3 months before I got to see her naked in the light, she always changed in our bathroom and came to bed in the dark. Funny but once I did see her naked, she lost all of the modesty after that. But she did still lock the bathroom door. Anyway, I should have locked the fucking bathroom door. Tina more or less advanced on me as I more or less retreated, until my butt was against the countertop by the sink, no place else to go. Tina reached down with both hands and grabbed her top and pulled it up and off. I don't know how women can do that, reach over both shoulders with the opposite arms and grab, but they do. Crazy that this popped into my head right then, I was looking for a way to escape at the same time. Next thing I know Tina was down on her knees tugging at my pants and I was using my hands to try and push her away and keep my pants done up and .... You guessed it, Dotty walked in! Great. Just try to explain that you are perfectly innocent when some bimbo with her tits swinging free is down on her knees in front of you and it looks like you are in the process of UNDOING your goddamn pants, not trying to keep them on like I really was doing. Dotty let out a scream and was gone like a shot, I pushed Tina aside and headed out the door after her, having to stop and fix the buckle on my belt. That little bitch had quick hands, she damn near got them off me. Sure, I could have just coldcocked her but that would have been a little much. Dotty was gone, out the door, lord knows where. I jumped in my Chevelle and took off looking, up and down the side streets, I must have gone around the block 30 times, no sign of her. I drove to our house, no Dotty, now I was getting scared. I waited for a good half hour, hell it was only 6 blocks to our house, no Dotty. So I got in the car and headed back over to Jerry and Tina's place. It was pretty quiet when I got there, I walked inside and looked around. Bottles were everywhere, that Bill guy was out cold on one of the couches. I went down the hall to see if I could find Jerry, ask him if he knew where Dotty was. I pushed open one bedroom door, it was dark but I could make out Jerry, he was up on top of Tina and they were having sex, so I started to close the door. Then I heard a moan and that wasn't Tina. I knew who it was! I shoved the door back open, reached over and hit the light. It was Jerry, he was on top of my Dotty and he didn't even stop when the lights came on. Dotty looked over at me, the expression wasn't from being in the throes of sex, it was one of anger. I turned and walked out, got in my car and went home. It was around 8 AM when someone was shaking me awake, it was Dotty. She was yelling something, it took a minute for my head to clear, then I realized she was screaming at me about the fucking slut that I was screwing and on and on. I rolled over and sat up, when she slowed down to catch a breath, I told her that I had seen her and that fat ass Jerry. She didn't even blink, just screamed at me that I had it coming and that she was going to "Fuck ALL of my friends!" then she stormed out. I sat there with my head in my hands as memories of the night before came flooding back. I felt like crap, too, much worse than I should have considering just three beers. I got dressed, went out and got in my car and left. Dotty wasn't there when I got back, so I washed up, then fixed some eggs and bacon. That made me feel better but not much. Dotty came home later that day, she just walked in and by me like I wasn't there. I tried several times over the next few weeks to sit and talk, explain, I got nowhere. The minute I mentioned the scene in the bathroom Dotty would explode into a rage and start screaming and swearing. I pretty much gave up, it was easier. I suppose some men would go off the deep end, the fact that Dotty had had sex didn't bother me as much as who she had sex with, I just could not see her spreading her legs for Jerry. When we were dating, we weren't exactly an item. We liked each other and had fun together, but I know for a fact that Dotty had at least a half dozen different guys that were coming around, and I didn't have any real shortage either. Somewhere in there we had just slowly become more and more together and we both did less and less of the sowing our oats with others. Our engagement was real romantic, one day I mentioned that we were together so much we might as well be married, she smiled and said, "OK!" and that was how that happened. Yep, that was it. We found a little house, met with a Justice of the peace, took a short trip to Las Vegas and then we were home and together. There was none of this promise to be true to each other or any of that, we had both been around the block and back and we both knew about each other's antics during the last few years before we got married. None of that even came up, I was faithful and completely content with it, Dotty seemed the same way. One thing about Dotty though, she loved sex as much as me, we did everything. She gave magic hand jobs that would cross my eyes, I poked her with about everything I could think of that would fit. We did experiment with oral sex but it really wasn't our thing, what we usually did was get down to serious fucking and we did that a lot. I could make her eyelids flutter by gently rolling the tips of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, if I kept it up for awhile her titties would flatten out and turn pinkish. Then she would let out what was almost a growl and roll me over and climb on top. Our life was pretty good, I suppose the word is...normal? Until that fucking party. I should have known, I admit I liked getting peeks at Tina, she really was a nasty looking thing and over the years that Dotty and I knew Jerry and Tina I will bet I saw both of her tits from 30 different angles. Plus a few times I saw her bare snatch when she would bend over in one of her tiny short skirts, sometimes with a wisp of panties and sometimes nothing at all. Then there were the quiet comments when no one was real close to us about "trying me out" and shit like that. I tried to ignore that without simply insulting her. Hell, if I was single I would have jumped her bones in a New York minute but I was married and it mattered to me. No amount of trying to explain to Dotty got me anywhere at all, so we settled down to tolerating each other. No sex, no nothing, I was miserable. I even blamed myself for letting myself get into that situation, Dotty had made a couple of derogatory comments about Tina being a slut so I knew she was off limits in any event. I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut, in the back of my mind I wanted things back to the way they were. It wasn't looking very good, though. Just fucking great! I was totally innocent but guilty in her eyes, she was guilty but innocent somehow. And it was all MY fault? It was another full month before she decided to "forgive" me, I had gone to bed early as was getting to be normal, when I felt her slide in beside me and reach out with that familiar signal meaning she wanted some sex. I rolled over and went to work on her, in short order we were ready and then the vision of her down on her back with her legs in the air while Jerry's fat ass banged back and forth crossed my mind. I went limp as a noodle. Dotty tried hard, even sucking on me but there was no restoring me, I couldn't get the picture out of my head. Finally she gave up, rolled over and went to sleep. I woke up in the middle of the night with a raging hardon, the remains of some dream of a dark haired woman pressing her lips to my erection as fresh and real as if it had happened. Dotty made a few attempts after that with the same results. One day I came home and the house was empty, I knew the moment I walked in the door. I just fixed myself a meal, showered and shaved and headed downtown. I guess I pretty much hated women right about then. I found a local bar, they had dancers wandering around up on the stage looking like they wished they were someplace else. I had been there maybe 3 or 4 times, more interested in the fact they had beer one notch above frozen solid than the women. I was on about my 5th one, way more than usual for me when this scrawny dark haired little thing came and plopped down alongside me. "Like the show?" she prodded. "Uhhh..yea." "Where you from?" "Here." "Can't you smile?" I hate it when one of them says that. She finally sat quietly, then it was her turn, so she got up and went backstage. I got up and went clear to the other end of the bar. She finished the 3 songs and marched right down there and plopped right down again. "Don't you like me?" "Like you fine, just not in the mood." "Not in the mood for what?" "Not in the fucking mood for any fucking things at all to do with any fucking women!" I snarled. "Old lady left you, huh?" "How the hell could you know that?" "You might as well carry a sign, you are pouting." "I am not fucking pouting!" "Are to." "Am not!" "Are to!" We both broke out laughing, next thing I knew I was pouring the whole damn story out, I have no idea how she made me do that. She sat there and listened, wearing nothing but a skimpy G-string and pasties and a light coverup that hid nothing and I almost wasn't even noticing. I found out her name was Alene and she was barely back in town after a short stint in Germany as some military guy's wife. He seemed to think she was a possession, and tried to make her stay home and inside all the time. A year or so of that and she was on a plane for home, one suitcase and a $20 bill in her pocket. Somehow we ended up back at my place and that dream of the dark haired woman going down on me came true. Alene moved into the spare bedroom because I just wasn't ready for a steady relationship. I guess I went a little bit nuts for awhile, there was a steady string of women for several months. Alene would simply vanish into the spare bedroom, almost none of them ever knew she was even in the house. Alene kept the house nice and clean, her way of paying me for the use of the room, a few times we had breakfast together on weekends, that was about it. She worked the clubs in the afternoons and evenings, I didn't even give a thought to her showing off her tits and spreading her legs for the guys who came in. Then one day I came home at about 2 AM, having struck out. I plopped down on the couch and flipped on the news. Alene came out of her bedroom, asked if she could join me. Sure, why the fuck not? She sat in the chair opposite, I looked her up and down. It hit me that I was horny and at this point I had been with her just the one time. She was skinny, small busted, not my type at all, I liked them soft and round and blonde. I guess I was trying to replace Dotty, and I wasn't having a lot of luck. "Dance for me!" I said, out of the clear blue sky. I have no idea why, didn't even think of it, it just popped out. Guess I was bored. "Sure." She got up, switched the TV to a music channel. Then she started to move. I went and got a beer, sat back down as Alene moved around. Then she began to tease, not easy to do in a simple white T-shirt and slacks, but she was managing. First the T-shirt came off, she was wearing a plain white bra, she reached behind and unhooked it, holding it to her little breasts for awhile before letting it fall. I had a raging boner by the time the zipper went down, the plain white panties slowly rolled down her hips. Finally completely naked, she walked up close to me, kneeled down, they lay back on the floor. I watched as she ran her hands down her legs, then spread them wide. I had no idea any woman could spread their legs that far, she had her feet pointed in complete opposite directions. She lay still like that for a few moments, then she slowly rolled her hips up and down. This caused her pussy to open like a flower and close, it was so nasty, so erotic, so blatant that I sat there and simply came in my pants. She knew, too, and giggled at me, then she ran her hands down the inside of her legs and used her fingers to spread herself. That did it, I rolled off the couch, dropped my pants and shoved myself inside her. Her head went back with a groan. I only lasted a couple of strokes and orgasmed, but I stayed firm and kept right on going. I felt her fingernails dig into my back as she smashed her hips up to meet my efforts, it was fucking awesome! She had been right there in my spare bedroom the whole time and all I had ever done was get a blowjob. My life changed after that, I would get off work and hurry to whatever club Alene was working. Most of them required that she keep on at least a wisp of a G-string although all were at least topless. There were two places just outside of the city, which had a woman mayor so things were kept tightly controlled. The two places were wilder, one had a back room where "private" dances were held. I could just imagine what those were like. The other had an overly lighted stage and all of the dancers went fully nude. I liked that one, having found out about things that turned me on. One night Alene was working the club with the back room, though. I had asked her about that, she said if the guy seemed nice she would do a private dance, but not very often. I was curious, though. I got there about 9 PM, Alene was on the stage when I walked in. There was another girl on stage too, it took me a minute to realize it was Tina. I found a seat back away from the stage where I knew she couldn't see me and watched. She had obviously been doing it quite awhile. Alene was doing some peeks for tips and things like that, Tina was doing the whole spread everything on display to everybody bit. I saw one guy lean forward as she squatted in front of him, I realized it was Jerry. I hadn't heard a word from them, guess it was getting on towards two years since that party that broke up my marriage. On impulse, I went up to the bar and requested a private dance with Tina, I think it cost me $100 but I don't remember. There was a bouncer stationed at the door, he took my ticket and grinned. It was only a few minutes before Tina came in, I saw her turn and click the lock. She turned back to me with a smile, started to say something, then it hit her. "Dan! I haven't seen you in ages!" Then she got a concerned look on her face. "Hey, I heard of some of what happened, I am sorry." "No problem, Dotty turned out to be a bitch." Tina seemed to relax. "Hey, why come in here and pay? All you had to do was ask." "I don't know, curious I guess." "Well, want me to blow you? Fuck you? I usually don't fuck but I will with you." "Yea, let's fuck." I told her, thinking of getting even with asshole Jerry, Dotty too matter of fact. Hell, I was accused and found guilty, might as well. So we did, from one end of the room to the other until the bouncer beat on the door yelling time is up. I saw Alene give me a sidelong glance as we came out, her expression was fathomless but I wasn't too concerned. Hell, it's not like we were married, love and babies and all of that shit. I got a fresh beer and sat down to watch the show, Tina wandered off to hustle some poor slob out of some cash and Alene finished her set and went behind the curtain. Walking the Fine Line Ch. 02 {Each night I come home late, sleep. I get up, go to work. I come home, clean up and go to the clubs. Now I drive to other cities, check the clubs there. I know Alene's last name, I call information over and over, one town after another. I know I made a mistake. I don't know why. I don't know why. I don't know why.} How in the hell did I end up like this? I had a marriage, I was happy, even content. My wife Dotty was just the type of woman I liked, round and soft, blonde. She kept a good house, everything always right where it belonged. Dinners on time and always good, I never had to search for clean clothes. No huge piles of laundry being put off until tomorrow, no dirty dishes in the sink. Sex beyond my wildest imagination. My life was good. Until that fucking party! Dotty walked into the bathroom just as Jerry's wife Tina went to her knees, fumbling with the catch on my jeans. She had her top off, breasts dangling bare. I really was trying to stop her, keep my pants on. I was a faithful husband, sure I liked to look but no touch was my rule. Dotty went berserk, screaming and yelling, then she let that piece of crap Jerry fuck her to get back at me. My life went from happy and content to miserable, finally Dotty left. I hooked up with Alene, a skinny nude dancer that more or less picked me up. Like so many young women, she was playing the game, looking for a nice man to settle down with. The fact that I worked hard and had a few bucks was a plus. I have no idea why Alene hung around, I must have had a string of 20, maybe 30 bimbos of various shapes and sizes over for the night during the next few months, Alene vanished into her bedroom when that happened. She became my live in housekeeper, she went to her job as a dancer in the clubs, I pretty much ignored her after that first night. She had gone down on me, not something that I even care about much. That was it until one night she came out into the living room, I was sitting there alone, having struck out. That night I found out that Alene was one hell of a woman in bed, just one of those accidents that happen. Let's face it, you can stick it inside any woman and have fun, nice sex. Then sometimes there is a click, a special fit that there are no accurate words to explain? That was what happened between Alene and I. I also found out that night that she was in love with me. I simply hadn't noticed. The mistake I made was I I knew cared about her, too. But I wasn't sure I was in love. In fact, after Dotty and I got back together and Alene was gone, that was when it began to hit me. But by the time I realized I thought of Alene much more than I did my wife Dotty, it was way too late. I had said my vows, I was married. I resigned myself to make the best of it, make a life with Dotty. I wanted a life of faithfulness, trust. I was thinking that even though that had been shaken, it could be resolved. Then I caught Dotty with Jerry again, that fat smelly piece of shit! So help me, I would whip his fucking ass except after the last go around I wasn't real sure I could. It even popped into my head to go buy a gun and off the cocksucker but I had no idea at all how to work one and the idea of spending the rest of my life in the can scared the shit out of me. So I went looking for Alene. I was going to get down on my knees and beg her for forgiveness if I had to. It had taken me quite some time to realize that even though I was mad at Jerry for fucking my wife, I wasn't mad at Dotty. I simply didn't give a shit about her anymore, it was Alene that I was in love with. I went to every nightclub, called everyplace I could think of. No sign of her. I sat and waited for each new dancer to come out, hoping the next one would be her. I was drinking now, more and more, I started smoking, too. Food was hot dogs from those little back bar grills that go around and around, hamburgers, whatever they had. Sometimes just chips. Then on to the next place until they were all closed. Then it was home, throw up, sleep. Get up the next day and do it again. Around and around, over and over. Every day, search for Alene. Weeks became months, then a year had gone by. One day my boss came to talk to me, told me I had been really slipping. I knew he could smell the booze on my breath, I am sure the 3 day's growth of beard didn't impress him, either. Yea, I got fired. I didn't give a shit, I had the money from my Mom passing a few months before plus I sold her house for a nice chunk of change. Now I could look for Alene all day and all night. One day I woke up in a jail cell, no idea at all how I got there. They hauled me into court, the judge was this old lady and she didn't look happy. She read off a list of charges, something about me hitting a telephone pole and driving through the front of a store's plate glass window, resisting arrest. Drunk of course. I didn't remember any of that. I was ordered to a rehabilitation class after a 90 day stint in jail. My Chevelle was gone, my house was gone. Most of my money was gone. I had enough to buy an old Honda to get around in, I took the job they found for me hauling boards from trucks to where men ran around nailing them down. I had quit drinking and they didn't let us smoke in jail so I quit that, too. I was slowly coming back, from what I now knew was several years I had simply stepped off the deep end. I even had a couple of less than successful dates. For some reason my line of rap that always charmed the ladies was gone, I was moody and depressed. Not exactly the best way to get laid. I didn't really care, though. I was sitting by myself in a coffee shop one day, I heard someone say, "Dan! Is that you?" I looked around, it was Dotty. She was standing there looking at me with a strange expression on her face. I looked her up and down, she didn't seem to have changed one bit. I couldn't say the same for myself, my 200 pound frame was 160 now, the lines on my face from several years of drinking and smoking and poor food were heavy. My long blonde hair was gone, cropped short with traces of silver all through it. I had a badly chipped front tooth and scar down one cheek from some fight that I was in that I didn't remember who with or why. "Hello, Dotty." "Dan! Nice to see you. You look...good." I heard the lie in the hesitation of her voice. She sat her drink down, some funny looking foamy thing in a tall glass, took the seat across from me. I looked at her hair, her clothes. Expensive, the jewelry she wore was way more than I could have ever afforded. "So how have you been?" Dotty asked. "Just working." "Are you remarried?" "No." "I am, my husband is a Doctor at the medical center." "That's nice." I sipped my coffee, looked at her. The memory came flooding back, I hadn't really thought of her more than a couple of times in years. "So what are you doing now?" "Just working." Then for some reason I added, "And looking for Alene." "Alene? You mean the dancer woman you were living with?" "Yes, that one." "She owns a real estate company in Idaho now." I just stared at her. "What?" "Idaho. She owns a real estate company." "How do you know?" "She came looking for you about a year or so ago, she found me." I stared at her, unable to speak. "Good grief, Dan! Why don't you just leave a forwarding address?" I had lived out of my car and motels for a long time, I simply had no need to. I had sold my Mom's place, and lost my own house to the bank. "It's probably too late." "It's never too late, Dan." She handed me a business card. "Here, I don't know why I kept this." "My husband is waiting, I have to go." She got up. She turned back to me, hesitated. "Dan, I know you weren't guilty with Tina. I am sorry." Then she was gone. I sat and stared at the card in my hand, turning it over and over. Suddenly I was afraid. The next day I was on the road, the address was over 800 miles. I could have called but I didn't want to, I wanted to see Alene. It had to be face to face, not just a voice over a telephone. I spent the night in a motel just 30 miles away, the next morning I got up and drove to the address on the card. I sat out in the parking lot for a solid hour, mustering up my courage. I probably ran 50 different opening lines through my head, everything sounded silly to me. Finally, I just got out of the car and walked into the office. There was a pretty young woman sitting behind a desk, she asked if she could help me. "I am looking for Alene." "Oh, she is out showing a property, she just called in. She should be here in a few minutes, have a seat." I almost left in panic, but I managed to make my way to a nearby couch. I sat pretending to read magazines, they were all about houses. It was about a half hour later when a woman walked in. It was Alene, she was a good 30 pounds heavier and it looked good on her. She was wearing a grey business suit, expensive. I glanced out the window at the New Mercedes she had driven up in. I was really ready to run for it now, all I had was the old brown Honda and my suitcase. Alene said something to the young lady behind the desk, then turned and glanced at me with a smile. Then she started my direction. There was no sign of recognition on her face. "Hello, Sir. Are you interested in a property?" "Hello, Alene." She looked at me, recognizing my voice, then her expression changed to shock. "My God! Dan!" Then she simply piled into my arms, hugging me. "Where in the world have you been? "Looking for you." She smiled at me. "Well, I have been looking for you, too." We went to lunch, I brought her up to date, explaining that I had been to the bottom of the world and back. I didn't pull any punches, I left nothing out. I knew I had turned into a piece of crap. Her eyes were studying me as I spoke, I was sure I looked a lot different. She told me about meeting a man, marrying him. He had proven to be controlling and difficult, the marriage fell apart in just 3 years. She had ended up with the failing real estate company in the settlement. Since then she had rebuilt the company, made it successful. She mentioned that she had taken a trip back home, looking for me. I realized that I had been in jail at the time. She had ran into Tina at the old club, still working there, still dancing. Tina knew where Dotty was, so she had gone to see Dotty. It seems no one knew where I was. I had never dreamed anyone would be looking. "I looked for you for so long." I blurted out. "I thought you didn't want me." Her eyes were damp, she dabbed at them with a tissue. "I did. It just took me too long to know it." Later, she asked me to come home with her. "See how it goes." she said. As we walked in the door, a middle aged woman came out of the kitchen. Alene introduced her as Maria, her housekeeper. Then she turned to me. "Come on, I have someone for you to meet." We walked back into what was a playroom, a little darkhaired girl sat there, she looked to be about 3 years old. "This is Danielle, my daughter." I smiled at that, the little girl looked just like Alene. Then Alene showed me into a spare bedroom. "You take this room, Dan." I nodded, understanding. A long time had passed, a very long time. A lot of things had happened, to us both. Alene stepped out, left me to my thoughts as I unpacked the small suitcase that held just about all I owned in the world. I had a lot to prove to her. I knew there was a chance. It was time to be a man, time to try and make my way in this life. Could I regain Alene, be a husband, and a ready made father? Time would tell. It always does. I became more or less a househusband, our situation was entirely reversed. The only difference was Alene came home alone, there were no dates. I took care of the yard, helped Maria with the shopping, and in my spare time I read every real estate book I could get my hands on. The job of taking Danielle to kindergarden fell to me, I relished every moment. Sometimes we sat on the floor as she used crayons to color pictures, I was teaching her to read and she was learning it fast, neat for a 3 year old. I made no real move towards Alene, I was happy just being with her. I did my best to treat her as nicely as I could, I knew she was watching me closely. For some reason she trusted me, but she remained aloof. I knew part of that was the pain I had caused her years before. I resigned myself to just being with her, just around and trying to help out. I was also gaining weight, I was back to a solid 190 pounds, my overly thin face filled out, that hid some of the ravages of what I had done to myself. I let my hair grow back out from the gray stubble, and colored it back to it's natural blonde. I got some Sun, too, my skin browned lightly, I was looking better. It was a bit of a start one evening when Alene, Danielle and I were in the living room watching a TV show. Danielle was sitting on the floor, struggling with a toy that snapped together. "Daddy, can you help me?" the question was innocent, normal. I sat down and showed her how the pieces snapped together, then went back to my chair. "Thank you, Daddy!" she said. I glanced at Alene, she was smiling. She didn't say a word. That night I was sitting in my room reading, it was late, everyone was asleep. There was a soft knock at the door. I opened it, Alene stood there. "May I come in?" "Sure." I held the door for her, closed it behind. "Dance for you?" Her eyes were smokey. "Sure." I sat down as Alene switched the tiny TV to some music. I swear it was the very same piece that she had danced for me to so many years ago, at least it seemed so. Her motions were still practiced, the only difference was this was no longer an overly thin young girl, this was a healthy and beautifully mature woman. She stripped off her blouse, holding the cloth to her bare breasts. That was as far as I could stand to let it go. I reached for her and she dropped the blouse, pressing her naked upper body to me. Then we were pulling, struggling, jerking the clothing off each other. Her body felt the same but different, fuller, softer, rounder. I slid inside her with what felt like a practiced motion, years faded away in that instant. Once again, our union was the kind that is beyond description, she began to orgasm at my first thrust and never stopped. I realized that it had been a long time. It had been a long time for me, too. We spent hours touching, inspecting each other. Finally I glanced at the clock, it was 5 AM. Satisfied, we slept curled up in each other's arms. Alene missed her first appointment of the day, it was around 11 AM before she called her office and reassigned staff to cover her. We went out and sat at the kitchen table as Maria served us coffee, and some scrambled eggs and pancakes. She was beaming as she hummed some tune, stirring things around on the stove. As she sat a plate of bacon down on the table, she looked at Alene, who blushed. Then she looked at me with a knowing smile. "About time!" she said, with a laugh. We both broke up laughing at that. "Real estate school?" Alene asked. "Sure. Marry me?" She looked at me with a smile, leaned over and kissed me. "Oh, yes." MGM Walking the Fine Line She came over and sat down at my table, not a word came out of her mouth. I figured the less said the better so I stayed quiet too, then I looked up and here came fucking Jerry. He reached for my hand and acted like he had just found his long lost best bud, I really didn't want to talk to him. "Well, how was Tina?" He gave me a big shit eating grin. I just shrugged. "Tight as hell, huh?" he pushed it a little. I still didn't say anything. Then he reached out and put his hand on Alene's shoulder, rubbed it, let his hands start down her front. "Yea, Tina is as snug as this little lady right here!" That did it, I popped him one, next thing I know we are knocking over tables and chairs, people are heading all directions to get out of the way. I figured he would be easy, his fat ass would go down and stay down but he didn't. The fucker came right back at me and in seconds I realized he was not only fast but strong as a bull. I was almost grateful when two guys the size of the fucking Rocky Mountains grabbed us, the one guy lifted my 200 pound frame like I was a feather duster and next thing I knew I was rolling across the parking lot. Jerry was pissed off and yelling, face twisted up in a rage. I saw the blood pouring out of his nose, somehow that made me feel real good. "Yea, I fucked your cunt wife and your cunt girlfriend and I will fuck your cunt mother!" I tried to pull free to reach him but that didn't work, the animal holding me had me and that was it. I relaxed, nothing else to do. Alene came walking out, somehow she had dressed. The guy holding me relaxed his grip at a nod from her. "Got it under control, buddy?" I nodded, Alene and I got in my car and left. At the house I barely got the door shut, she turned to me. "That guy has never had me." "Says he did." "He hired me for a private dance once and he tried but he didn't. Nobody at the club ever has, I don't do that." I can't say as I believed her, I really didn't believe women about anything right then. I just sat on the couch, said nothing. Alene went into the spare bedroom, she hadn't done that in weeks. I went into the bathroom, checked some of my lumps. I could see I was going to get a black eye, there was a spot of blood in the corner of my mouth, nothing to worry about. Then I heard Alene through the side door, she was crying, trying to stifle the sound. I suddenly felt bad, I knocked on the door asked her to come out. "OK." She came out and sat down, her eyes were puffy and red. "I believe you." Suddenly I did, too. She reached out and hugged me, then we were off into one of those sweet sessions of lovemaking. "I love you so much, Dan." "I love you too." I said, not sure if I did. That seemed to settle things. I quit going to the club, odds were high I would get rolled across the parking lot again anyway. Alene kept working, I just put that out of my head. Life settled down to something that could be called normal if living with a nude dancer is ever normal. Then one day my phone rang, it was Dotty. She sounded like everything was completely normal, wanted to meet for coffee. Like an idiot, I went. Alene was at work anyway. I spotted Dotty the moment I walked into the shop, she was dressed to the nine's, I have to say she looked good. We chatted, brought each other up to date, a bit hesitant at first but we had been married so in no time we relaxed. It felt normal. She even listened while I finally explained exactly what had happened with Tina, she nodded like she believed me. The vision of her laying there with Jerry on top of her popped into my head, but I managed to shake it off. One thing led to another, it wasn't two hours and Dotty was back at my house with me, naked on my bed as I lay with her, feeling all the familiar sensations of her body again. I knew we were back together, my problem was what to tell Alene, how to explain that. It wasn't even really a scene, I did see the hurt in her eyes as I explained to her that Dotty and I were going to try again. She busied herself gathering up her things and left. There was no concern about money, she had as much as me, probably more. For about a Month we lived together normally, some of the problems we had simply became like a dream. I have to say I was happy, content. I didn't even notice it one evening when I got home from work and Dotty had obviously barely beaten me home. It went over my head when a week later she was almost an hour late getting home, setting down some bags saying she lost track of the time shopping. I guess I was a bit stupid, because one day I realized that Dotty was now being late a lot. I thought about it, she hadn't been that way before, in fact, just the opposite. Then I realized it was always Wednesday and Friday. So I started to snoop. I took a day off work the following Wednesday, getting one of the night shift guys to do a double to cover me. I left for work like always, drove down to the rental place and got a car because Dotty would spot mine from a mile away. Then I parked and waited. It was a long wait, around 2 in the afternoon Dotty drove down the street, turned and headed towards town. I followed along. In just a few blocks, I realized with a shock where she was headed. She parked in the street outside of Jerry and Tina's house, went up and simply walked in. That was all I needed to know. I drove back, dropped off the car, got mine and went home. I was sitting in my chair, on my 3rd beer when Dotty came in. "How was Jerry today?" I demanded, no beating around the bush. "What are you talking about?" "I saw you go over there!" I stood up. "Fuck you, you cocksucker!" she screamed at me. "Who the hell do you think you are, following me around?" I just looked at her. "Pack up and get out!" "I won't do any such a damn thing!" "PACK...UP...AND...GET...OUT!" I stepped towards her. It was in my head to wrap my fingers around her throat, she saw that. Her expression changed to fear, she started slamming things into suitcases, in 20 minutes, she was gone. Again. I sat there and got nice and drunk, waking up around midnight. Something changed in me, I knew I had made a mistake. I stood there and cried like a baby. Then I washed my face, changed clothes, headed for the nightclub where Alene danced. No one seemed to notice me as I walked in and sat down. I ordered a coffee, waited. It was a few minutes before I spotted Tina on stage, she did her set. I knew she saw me, and sure enough, she came over to my table. "Want a private dance?" she asked. "Where is Alene?" "Alene doesn't work here anymore." "Where did she go?" "Who knows, she quit a month or so ago." I thanked her, got up and left. I knew all the other clubs in town, so I started going to them. Over the next few days I went to all of them, asked questions, no one knew anything. {Each night I come home late, sleep. I get up, go to work. I come home, clean up and go to the clubs. Now I drive to other cities, check the clubs there. I know Alene's last name, I call information over and over, one town after another. I know I made a mistake. I don't know why. I don't know why. I don't know why.}