33 comments/ 16865 views/ 5 favorites Bitter Fingers Ch. 02 By: Philyabutt Maggie. Standing there looking down at Gary's battered body, Maggie realised that she could see him ok without a torch. The sun had started to just peak up whilst everything had happened. She stood there naked and feeling an almost overwhelming sense of sadness and dread. She had lost everything for what amounted to a few seconds of curiosity. That fleeting moment when Gary had put his arm around her shoulders and shepherded her to his car was now the most stupidly insane moment of her life. Even more insane than when she had given him her first proper kiss when she was at school. In those younger days she had the excuse that she was naïve and inexperienced in life. Going with Gary this time there were no excuses, she was an adult, a grown married woman. A happily married woman at that, why had she put it all at risk for so little. For something so trivial and meaningless with a person she didn't even like. Gary hadn't been particularly persuasive with his inane chat up lines and his non existent jokes. No she was just stupid, and she knew it. Her poor loving husband, driven to do what he did. How could such a gentle loving man turn in a second into a raging vengeful angel of death? She wondered why she had never seen it in John before. Why, if he had it in him to be so brutal, why hadn't she noticed even a glimmer of it? John had been a loving, gentle, kind, caring husband and yet he had handed Gary a systematic beating of such power and rage that he had to have done it before. She suddenly realised just how much she didn't know about her own husband. What had he done? What had happened to him to turn him into a such a cool calculated killer? And why? Why had he been that angry? Yes she had betrayed him. Yes it was with the person he most hated in his life. And yes she had given Gary all her body without any significant resistance. But to beat a man to death for that were the actions of an angry crazed killer. How could her darling sweet husband turn so quickly into someone she didn't even recognise? Standing there for those few seconds with so many questions going through her confused mind, she realised that she had to do something. Her tear filled eyes began to clear. In the half light she looked down at Gary's body, and saw his chest rise slightly as he took in a shallow breath. John What more was there? What more reason was there to life? He was now a two time killer who had no reason to carry on. Sure the first time wasn't his fault, after a few years he had come to terms with the death of Steve Long at his hands. Steve Long was a great guy, a loving husband and father and a fine man, a fighting man, a man by every way known, and John had killed him, ended his wonderful life. But Steve knew the dangers and pitfalls of fighting for a living. Gary was a soft, stupid prick. Not anything even remotely like a man. But did he deserve to die? Did he deserve to be deliberately beaten to death for just being himself? Well the more he sat on his bike outside his farm cottage, the more he thought about it. Yes, Gary deserved to be handed a large portion of revenge. Yes Gary deserved a thorough beating. Yes Gary needed to be stopped from what he had obviously done before. But, and it was a big but, he didn't deserve to lose his life. John had done what amounted to murder. John had used his most deadly weapons to do something he had meant to do. John had killed Gary, murdered him, ended his life. A sad, pathetic, meaningless pitiful life, yes but a life nonetheless. John knew that the moment he threw that first punch he had given up his own life too. Steve losing his life had been a tragic accident. One that had changed John, changed his outlook, made him give up fighting and the ring. It had made him come back to find Margaret and start a new chapter of his then empty life. John had not sworn to never fight again, he had not promised himself never to throw his fists again in anger, he had not even rued the day that his father had gone against his mother's wishes and passed on his fighting skills to John. He had simply given up boxing, retired undefeated, a world champion. John had simply decided not to use his fists to make a living, just like his father had. John kicked started the bike and rode off as the sun rose over the horizon and he suddenly knew where he had to go and who he had to find. Maggie. "GARY" she shouted. "GARY, oh god Gary, you're alive!" Maggie watched intently, not even stopping to think about her own nakedness and exposure. Maggie stood for what seemed like hours, but only amounted to a few seconds, watching Gary's weak chest for movement. The moment she saw it rise she turned and started walking down the gravel path to home. Walking as fast as she could, now that she could see where she was going, even though the sharp gravel cut into her already raw feet, Maggie determined to get back to the cottage as soon as she could. She would get help for Gary as soon as she got there and she would then deal with John. The mere fact that Gary was alive meant that her John was no longer a murderer, in fact he never had been. As soon as she got back to the cottage she remembered they had left the back door unlocked and almost ran into the quiet kitchen. "John, John, I know you don't want me here, but it's Gary he's..." She shouted out. She went through each room looking for her husband, calling his name as she went. "John, John, JOHN.. Where are you..?" Suddenly she realised that her husband wasn't there and had quite probably not come home at all. She quickly picked up the phone and dialled the emergency services. John As he rode John's mind went through all that had happened to him. Starting at school and how he should have stayed at Soton school and confronted Gary for what he had done. If he'd punched Gary's lights out then he wouldn't be in this mess now. He should have confronted Margaret too, if he'd done so then he would have been able to get Gary out of her head from the start. He remembered that it was his Dad's idea that he leave her alone and did not let her distract him from what he had to learn. John remembered the old boxing term "women weaken legs" but in his case his woman had weakened everything, legs, heart, brain and soul. The only thing she hadn't weakened was his big right hand. John thought of his mother, how she had suffered illness for years and how much he loved and missed her already. John's eyes began to fill with tears, his heart ached more than ever, for the loss of his loving mother, his marriage, and quite possibly his freedom. Holding the handle bars with his bandaged hands only served to remind him what he'd done. He remembered how his mother had made his father retire from the ring and to not let John become a professional fighter. John's dad had partly gone against her wishes and taught him to box, but he had left the decision to fight professionally up to him. John hadn't wanted to go against his mother's wishes but he was a good fighter and never expected to ever get really hurt in the ring, no fighter does. How close to being wrong he had been when his opponent had died at his hands. The feelings he had when that happened had brought to life his mother's concerns and had been at least part of the reason he had quit the ring. The other reason being the obvious guilt and regret at Steve Long's death, that he felt a responsibility for. On he rode going over his life, thinking now of Margaret. How he had loved her with all his heart and had not had any concerns about Gary seducing her because he thought she could handle him. Gary saying that time that if he took a girl down to the bottom of the track it would be difficult for her to get away was a reference to the fact it was a long track out of town and would mean she would have to walk a long way back home. He realised that Gary didn't know the track was on his land and his cottage was just up the lane that lead to the track anyway. Before John had beaten Gary he knew nothing about the drug that Gary palmed into Margaret's drink as Gary had been very careful to only give her enough to just lower her inhibitions and by the time John had got there the drug had begun to wear off anyway. In his mind John thought that Margaret had gone with Gary totally under her own volition and had willingly given him her ass, something she had never given him. How could she? How could she have betrayed him so badly? Thinking about it as he rode made him start to lose his temper again and he banged his fist on the handle bars, crying out in anger. And Roy! His best friend, how could he have left her? It was the one thing he had asked of him. Roy knew that Gary had designs on trying to seduce Margaret. How could he have left her vulnerable to what John had asked him to watch out for. He couldn't blame Jo she hadn't known anything about Gary. It wasn't until Margaret had given him her first tentative explanation that she had told him about being drugged. If John saw Roy again he would let him have a taste of his right hand to show him he shouldn't betray his mates. No he wouldn't, he would never punch anyone in anger again! Not now, even if he spent time in prison he would talk his way out of a fight rather than hurt anyone again. But what if someone hit him first? Would he have the self control to turn the other cheek? He doubted it. He was a natural fighter, a born scrapper, born of a father who was exactly the same. Of course he would fight... Fight? If he could fight with his fists still after all that had happened why couldn't he fight for his marriage? She had betrayed him that's why! But he loved her so much. But she couldn't love him to do what she did. Once a cheater always a cheater. His trust in Margaret had been severely damaged if not totally destroyed. Trust went hand in hand with love so if he still loved her surely he could learn to trust her again? The conflict going on in his mind only served to confuse him more. Maggie "Do you know how he got to be in the ditch naked and beaten half to death Mrs Lock?" The police detective asked. "No I just found him." Maggie lied. What were you doing at the bottom of a track in the middle of the night? He asked. "I was... Looking for our cat," she quickly thought up. "Your cat? Did you find it?" He asked looking around. "No it's still missing" All Maggie thought about was giving John time to get back and they could match their stories. "Where's your husband Mrs Lock?" "He's away at the moment.. He has a gig in another town and has stayed over." She replied. "Oh I see. Ok well I've taken enough of your time Mrs Lock, I'll be in touch." "Thank you detective I'll look forward to it," she said walking him slowly to the door. The detective had questioned Margaret for nearly an hour and asked her quite a few questions in that time. Although she had answered them all with only a few slight hesitations he thought she wasn't exactly telling the complete truth. She had said she had just been looking for her cat but there was no sign that a cat lived in the house, no food bowls, litter tray or toys and things a cat might use. She had said she cut her hands and knees when she fell over on the gravel but her injuries looked a bit more serious than that. He had the feeling she was hiding something about her husband. The detective was a boxing fan and knew John Lock and what he was capable of, there was more to this case! Maggie thought she had answered the police detective's questions as best she could without lifting his suspicions. She had to cover for John until he got back. The police had come to her cottage after she had called in to the emergency services for an ambulance to see to Gary. The paramedics had taken Gary to hospital and being an experienced nurse she was fairly confident he had a good chance of surviving. If he was still breathing after all John had done to him then he had a pretty good chance now he was getting professional help. But where was John? She hoped and prayed he wouldn't disappear like he had in the past. Maggie had to explain everything properly to John so that he understood. She had to tell him about the way Gary had given her a small dose of something, enough to stop her objecting and enough to stop her protesting about him calling her "Mags" and going with him willingly. At the time she knew she shouldn't go but she was in such a good mood and the drug must have started to work on her defences. Gary was wrong, very very wrong but he didn't deserve to die. John was wrong in handing him such a beating but he didn't try to kill him and didn't deserve to be a convicted murderer. Things will straighten out, when Gary recovers she will persuade him that if he reports John for assault she would report him for rape. She understood that she hadn't reported him straight away and had not been examined with a rape kit but she would tell him that she worked in the right place to get evidence against him and she would make sure he believed her. Maggie sat in the cottage alone with her thoughts, longing to turn back time to before the barbecue party. She was a happily married wife of a wonderful guy who she loved and who loved her. Now she was a lonely adulteress whose husband had probably left her. John. Getting off his bike John kicked down the prop stand and hung his helmet. Walking up to the front door John had the greatest job to knock the door without breaking down in tears. Chris Pollard answered his door and seeing John, held out both his arms to hug his friend. "John, my friend, its so good to see you, why are you here? Why have you left it so long?" Chris beamed. "I.. I.. I just had to see you. I've done something bad." John spluttered as he sniffed back the tears. "Come in, come in my friend I'll put the kettle on, or would you rather have a cold one fresh from the fridge?" "If I start on the beer I may never stop." John and Chris sat and drank coffee as John related his whole story from his wedding on as that was the last time the friends had seen each other. Chris understood John's problem and thought about it for a while. John could stay with him for a while, whilst they decided what to do. First of all we have to talk to Maggie. She can at least tell us what Gary's situation is. "We don't have to tell her everything but we have to find out what's happening at home." Chris stated. "I won't talk to her, you can if you need to," "John you must know your hands are deadly weapons! Ones that have killed before! What made you use them like that again?" "I wasn't thinking! That's just it, I was in another time and space, zoned out. I was so angry and raging that all I could think of was giving him back all the pain he had caused me over the years." "Do you know for definite that Gary is dead? Do you know if the police are involved? Do you think you should speak to the Police? These are questions you need answering." Chris said speaking precisely. "Ok but you can talk to her. Ask her your questions but I won't talk to the bitch," John ordered, "Sir." Chris smiled "Ok my friend, and don't call me sir, I stopped warranting that some time ago." John's turn to smile. Two hours later they were sitting together drinking cold bitter, playing guitar and singing Simon and Garfunkel's song The Boxer. Maggie. Suddenly the phone rang and Maggie jumped to answer it. "Hello" "Hi Maggie. How are you?" "I'm ok. Is that Chris?" "Yeh. How'd you know?" "Ha, I'd know your Cornish accent anywhere. Is John with you?" The line went quiet for a few seconds. "Sorry Maggie, yes he is, and he's told me everything." "Oh... So I guess he hasn't told you that I love him with all my heart and soul and always will?" She groaned. "He knows that, what he needs to know are the answers to a couple of questions." "If he wants answers he'll have to ask me himself." She replied. "Sorry Maggie no can do at the mo, but I'm gonna ask you them anyway." "If I give John answers to the questions that I know he has he won't come back, he'll leave me forever and I'll never see him again. My only chance of talking to him and telling him how sorry I am for hurting him and how it's not all what he thinks, is if he comes home." "Is Gary dead?" Chris asked. No answer. Is John wanted by the police?" No answer. "Ok Maggie, you had your chance, I was going to persuade John to come and see you before he left, if you had answered those two questions but I guess he will have no reason to now. If you hadn't kept things from him again it would have shown him that you had faith in him. Now he can leave without seeing you again anyway." Chris stated as a matter of fact. "No." "What?" "No" "Oh I guess you mean no he won't have a reason?" Chris replied. "No Gary is not dead and no at the moment John is not wanted by the police unless Gary dies and then he will be wanted for murder I guess," Maggie stated, "does that give you your answers? And does that prove that I will not keep anything from John ever again?" "Ok Maggie, I'll tell him, and I'll be back in touch." Maggie started to cry as she heard the phone go down. John. John thanked Chris, silently mouthing the words as he put the phone receiver down. "Ok so now we know that, at the moment, you're not a murderer, so you have a bit of time to decide what you are going to do." Said Chris. "Well if I can I'd like to spend all my deciding, here with you." "Whatever you decide about your future is dependant on what happens to Gary and I think you have to, whether you like it or not, talk to Maggie." Chris said with his old air of authority. "May be but I don't want anything to do with her at the moment." Said John sitting down and resting his chin in his hands. "You know in some ways you're a very lucky guy," "How so?" Asked John. "Speaking to her, that woman obviously loves you very much even after all this shit you've been through and are still going through. That makes you a lucky man, even if you can't see it with your clouded judgement right now." Stated Chris, sitting down next to John and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Well I definitely don't feel lucky and sure have to make some hard decisions." John moaned. "Well only you can make them and all I can do is give you my opinion." "I'm sorry," John groaned. "Sorry about what?" "Sorry about bringing all this to your door, sorry about everything." "I feel a song coming on." Laughed Chris and he picked up his acoustic and strummed. He started to sing, "What I got to do to make you love me?" John laughed out loud and picked up the other guitar and joined in. "What I got to do to make you care?" John felt that whatever the feelings or whatever the situation Elton John had a tune and Bernie Taupin had a lyric for it. Maggie. The next month went slowly and Maggie had been to see Gary in hospital twice. She still had yet to talk to him and had felt lucky that although he was recovering he hadn't been conscious both times she had seen him. She hadn't spoken to John or even Chris again and she was beginning to think she never would. She had found Chris's number and had picked up the receiver a couple of times but put it down without dialling. She desperately wanted to just hear John's voice but didn't want to pressurise him into anything he didn't want to do. That afternoon she walked into Gary's ward. Providing that he was awake, she expected him to be may be a little remorseful. How wrong could she be? "Well if it isn't my lovely girlfriend!" Was the first line out of the total dickwad's mouth. "Hasn't the beating of a lifetime even knocked one ounce of the misplaced bravado out of your stupid, senseless head?" Maggie spat. Bitter Fingers Ch. 02 "What beating? It's just a scratch, ha," "Six broken ribs, a collapsed lung, a broken cheekbone and eye socket, a broken nose, fractured Tibia and Fibula, bruised kidneys and a burst eardrum." Said Maggie lifting the pages of Gary's records. "Pretty big scratch I suppose." Gary winced trying not to show the pain and putting on a sly smile at his visitor, "he got lucky with the first punch." "I only wish your jaw had been broken too because it would have been wired shut and I wouldn't have to listen to your inane bragging and I could just tell you what a useless prick you are without fear of reply." Maggie swore, being very careful not to mention John's name for fear of being overheard. "Well I haven't told that nice Police Detective anything about the fight yet but I don't think my total memory will return until I'm fully recovered and I find out if my girlfriend still loves me and wants me to give it to her ass again." "Firstly I'm not or never have been or ever will be, your girlfriend. Secondly it was nothing even like a fight it was a beating of a useless prick. As for loving you you've got no chance and if you think you can blackmail me into coming anywhere near you again you're in the wrong ward, you should be in the mental fuck ups ward." Maggie growled. "Look, it's simple, when I get out of this shithole you will give me what I want or Johnny boy go's down for attempted murder," "Wrong asshole, if you attempt to do anything in anyway to me or my friends or family I have the results of a rape kit to use and the blood and urine tests from that night to use and your ass will be grass and I'll be the lawn mower." She lied. "You're bluffing" he replied. "Rapists and drug dealers get a lot of prison time not to mention any other charges I can think of down to the illegal tyres on that shit heap car of yours," Maggie almost shouted. "You, you can't, you won't, I want to see him go down and you're mine now!"he stuttered. "You've been warned, if I hear a peep out of you again you'll wish you'd never met me and so will all your ancestors as well as anyone who've ever met you." Gary dropped his head and the soreness of his beating started to overcome the pain killers he was on. Maggie gave him a last frown and stated "I wont be back." And leaning over him she gave Gary a last finger then turned and left the room. Returning home Maggie was still in a forthright and determined mood so she picked up the phone and dialled the number from John's notebook. "Hello, Chris Pollard." "Hi Chris its me, is John ready to speak to me yet?" She said "I'll try him for you but don't hold your breath," Chris replied putting the receiver next to the phone. "Well I guess I had to talk to you sooner or later," John stated. "I love you John, you must know that, we need to sit down together and talk about everything." Maggie said sorrowfully. "I guess so but I can't think of talking about anything that already hasn't been said." John replied. "Of course we have things to talk about! Our marriage for one." "We have no marriage, you saw to that when you let that piece of shit fuck you in the ass!" John growled back. "Ok I know you're angry, but that's what we need to get out in the open. We need to talk about it all." She groaned. "So is your boyfriend dead or alive? Am I on the run or just running from you and a bad marriage?" "Well I think you should be pleased that he's recovering," she replied, "and I don't think he'll even be pressing charges." "What makes you say that?" John asked. "Because I told him not to," "You've spoken to him? So you've been to see him? What was it, to tell him you love him? To tell him how glad you are he's ok, and how much you loved him ass fucking you across the back of a car? Fuck! I don't believe I was thinking of actually seeing you again just in case there was anything left there, and you go and visit him like he was a precious loved one! Fucking hell fire woman you really know how to twist the knife you vicious bitch, fuck, fuck fuck." John screamed. "No John it wasn't like that, I..." CLICK.. The receiver went quiet and Maggie wailed. John. "Fancy a few down the pub Chris? I feel like a drink, actually I feel like a whole load of drink!" John asked Chris. "Ok mate lets get changed, there's a darts match tonight." Chris lived walking distance from a great little pub, The Elephant And Castle. Chris's "local" was an old Tudor stile pub that had a log fire and a dart board. The "Elly"as it was known had a small crowd of regulars who included Chris and just lately John. The dartboard was always in use and the landlord made a tidy profit selling the best pint of keg bitter in the county. John and Chris sat facing each other at the quiet end of the bar. The darts match had the bar buzzing and everybody was cheering the home team against the team from The Cross Keys. John and Chris started drinking quietly but steadily, Chris drinking London Heavy Mild and John on the county's best Bitter. After four each of those they were talking about troubles less and joining in with the cheers more. Dave Cox needed double sixteen to win and had three darts at it. Thud.. Ohh, single sixteen. Now double eight. Thud... Single eight. One dart on double four for the match. His opponent needed one hundred and fifty seven. Thud.. Oh no, everyone gasped as he missed by a hairs width. His opponent's turn, thud.. Treble nineteen, thud... Treble twenty.. Tops left.. Thud.. Yeh he missed. Dave had a chance, three darts at double four thud... YES everybody jumped and danced, The Elly had won. John and Chris cheered and danced with the crowd and drank their pints. "Your round," cheered Chris. "Same again Myleene," John shouted holding up his empty pint glass. "Course my love, I'll be right with you," Myleene said smiling back at John. Myleene Penn was the Elly's best barmaid. A beautiful Cornish woman, she lived in a single flat just around the corner from the pub. She was twenty five and had been engaged to a local plumber until he decided to give one of his customers a bit more than a discount on her bathroom suite. Myleene had found out when the young woman's husband had come home early and pulled her fiancée off of his wife and beaten six bales of shit out of him. When Myleene went to visit him in hospital she had tried to make him swallow her diamond ring informing him that he was lucky because she thought about shoving it up his ass. In that moment John could see that Myleene had a special twinkle in her eye for him and he thought as a matter of reaction, I'm a married man! "There ya go my lovely," Myleene grinned as she put down two full pints on the bar in front of John. "Cheers gorgeous," John smiled back passing over a tenner, "keep the change." " If you want to give me a tip, I'd rather have a goodnight kiss after you walk me home.". "Let me drink this and I'll see what I can do," he replied admiring one of the prettiest woman he'd ever met. Sitting back down with Chris, John handed him his pint and looked over at Myleene behind the bar and his cock twitched as she blew him a kiss. "Fuck me John, if you're in there you gotta be the jammiest son of a bitch I know. Any guy in this county would give his right arm to have her smile at them that way and you're here for ten minutes and she's wetting her panties to jump on your cock." Chris moaned. "If I wasn't an old man of forty five with slightly greying hair and a navy pension I'd be behind that bar with my tongue on the floor trying to lick up her drips," he added with a grin. "Well I guess I'm just a handsome bastard, what can I say?" John smirked. "Seriously John I can't believe that Myleene would be interested, it's probably because you're not a local and married. She knows you'll keep your mouth shut. It may be just what you need to help you decide about Maggie." Chris said leaning over the table to try and keep the rest of the bar from hearing. "If I do, I'll be no better than her," "Look John, you need to decide if you still want to be with Maggie and sleeping with Myleene will help you make your mind up. She's gorgeous, young, willing and above all discreet. Maggie will never know and even if she does she can hardly complain after what she's done." Chris pointed out. "Myleene isn't the type of girl you have just one night with" John replied. "No she isn't so if you do sleep with her you can expect to again, that's providing you click in bed, you never know she might turn out to be a complete dud between the sheets," "Looking at her, how could that ever happen?" Maggie Standing there holding the phone Maggie thought that after speaking to John and telling him that she had dealt with Gary he would have no reason to stay away any more and he could come home. They needed to sort out all their problems and get back to being happy together. John was the only person she'd ever wanted to be with. A momentary lapse of judgement had started everything collapsing in her life. Suddenly it was as if a light went on in her head. Did she want to wait around whilst the love of her life kept her hanging on whilst he even decided whether to talk to her or not. They loved each other so that was all there was to it. Love conquered all, their love certainly would. Maggie packed a few essentials in her overnight bag and waltzed out the door, car keys in hand. Maggie was a quite competent computer nerd and through a lot of digging she had found Chris's address. The long drive to Cornwall would take her a few hours but she suddenly seemed full of enough vigour to keep her going. Maggie went over and over everything as she drove. She thought firstly from her point of view of course. Simply she loved John and only him. She had always just tolerated Gary and thought of him as misguided fool, but that was before he proved John's viewpoint right and turned out to be a total prick. Her curiosity about being with another man came from the fact that she had saved herself for marriage hoping for years that it would be her John that she would actually marry. Her curiosity was just exactly that, a fleeting mild curiosity. She never ever intended to act upon it, until she had been drugged enough to lower her security and heighten her curiosity. Would she have acted that way with anyone else? No of course not.. Unless they had drugged her too! She had to make John understand that only did what she did because her inhibitions had been lessoned and she hadn't really cared what she was doing. Yes, Gary had fucked her ass and John never had, but she would have let John if he'd wanted or asked her. She hadn't enjoyed any of it, his cock was too small and he didn't even know what foreplay was, in fact she was glad Gary had a small cock because it would have hurt her ass much more if he'd been bigger. Despite all this confusion the fact was that she was sorry, she hated every minute of her life since that fateful moment at the barbecue party. Then she thought about going to see Gary in hospital. John had thought that she was visiting him because she was concerned about him. To a certain extent she was, but only because if he died then John would have gone to prison, and if he was ok she had to make sure he would keep his flappy mouth shut about everything including having sex with her. John was angry about her seeing Gary but the fact was if she hadn't John would be facing charges anyway. As she drove her determination to tell John everything became more and more stalwart. Chris lived in a small Cornish village between Truro and Falmouth called Ponsanooth, and Maggie's sat nav directed her on the main roads until she reached Penryn on the A393 then it was country lanes from there. Turning in left she passed the village sign and a few more yards and she saw the Post Office and then a Pub. She passed the Pub and was told, "after twenty metres take the next turning left." John. "Well I'm here so I guess that means I'm gonna have to kiss you." John whispered. "Don't think of it as a chore, but more of a pleasure." "Believe me, it's not a chore and it's all pleasure. I'm not going to do it because I have to, I'm gonna do it because my whole body and soul tells me I have to, if that makes sense." John replied. "Don't stand there talking about doing it, just do it." She replied smiling. John took her face in his big right hand and gently tipped it up towards him. "I'm afraid." He whispered. " Of what?" "I'm afraid that once I start I might never be able to stop and I'll still be kissing you when the sun has gone out." "It's already dark and the sun's gone down already." "Not gone down, gone out in a zillion years like a candle in the wind." "Don't tell me you're an Elton John fan?" She cooed. "The biggest," he replied. "Can't be," "Why?" "Cuz I am," John softly pressed his lips against hers and she tasted like ripe strawberries. A hunger claimed both their mouths and wound its way through their souls, joining them together in a kind of magic. John caressed her hair as she melted into him. Without realising it they both side stepped towards the door and had to prise themselves apart so she could open it. No time to reach the bedroom, they hurriedly undid each other's clothes still trying to keep their lips together. They both felt that if they broke their magical kiss the spell would be gone and they would whither and die apart and alone. In minutes they where naked and laying on the floor in a mixture of discarded clothes. Caressing each other all over, they at last forced their locked lips and tongues apart. Holding himself up above her he looked down and gazed upon probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life and it almost took his breath away. Her skin, although a beautiful golden brown seem to glow with an incandescent sheen as if it had its own power supply. Her golden hair framed her gorgeous face in light brown waves. Deep hazel eyes, a cute slightly upturned nose and full cherry lips made her look like a goddess made into human form. He took the longest time he could to study this incredible example of womanhood before he could wait no longer and dipped down to rain kisses on her slender neck. Moving down slowly kissing every piece of flesh he could, he felt her quiver and tremble at his touch. Slowly he reached the puffy rampant nipples that crowned her amazing breasts. Feasting on her tits, their hunger for each other grew almost out of control. Moving lower he almost couldn't wait to taste her hot, moist slit with his flickering tongue. "Ahh" she groaned at the first sensitive lick. "Oh my god, I've never... Never.. Had anything feel this way before." She moaned. The moans got louder and longer as the crescendo of pleasure made her twist and turn so much he struggled to hold his mouth against her spasming pussy. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I need you now, you have to do me now, I have to have you inside me right now" she begged. "No need to apologise, if I don't do it now I'm sure I'll die anyway." He murmured, "holy fuck, you have to be the most beautiful.." He stopped mid sentence as his aching cock bumped her wet entrance without any guidance from either of them, as if they were made to fit together. "Sssss" she hissed in pleasure as his full length slid in effortlessly. "Humph" he returned as her hot channel sucked him in and he immediately became worried how long he was going to last. "I'm gonna have to go slowly at first or I'm gonna be spray painting your insides in no time." "Take as long as you need lover I'm already on my third one so just having you inside me will push me over again." John slowly sawed his throbbing hard cock in and out of her squirting cunt as they both grunted their way to climax. John managed to hold on for another five minutes as they tried as hard as they could to fuck each other to death. They tried to kill each other with sex three more times during a long night, that was actually over all too quick. After waking from a hour long nap, John tickled her nose as he propped his head up next to her with his exhausted arm. "Mmm morning sweetie," she hummed. "Morning Myleene," John replied smiling down in wonder and asking himself how could anyone look so amazing after a night like that? "Breakfast?" Maggie. "You have reached your destination" the voice told her and she parked her car by the grass verge. Looking at the typical Cornish cottage Maggie got out of the car and brushed herself down. Her legs felt a little stiff after her drive and she walked around a little to get them moving. Walking up to the door she tentatively knocked and stepped back waiting for the answer. Chris opened the door and his face immediately dropped. Putting on a false smile Chris held out both arms and beckoned Maggie in. "Hey you, I wasn't expecting a visit from you I must say." "I couldn't leave it any longer without talking to him, is he here?" "Not at the mo, he's just gone down the road for a walk to clear his head, last night we had a contest to see who could die of alcoholic poisoning the quickest and it was a score draw." Maggie walked into the cottage looking around as she did so. "Make yourself at home Maggie, I expect a cup of hot tea will be in order after what must have been a long drive?" "Coffee please Chris, I've kinda gone off tea lately," she replied, "did he say how long he'd be?" "No but I shouldn't think he will be too long." Chris shouted from the kitchen. They made small talk over their coffee for a while until the front door opened and John walked in. "Hi darling," Maggie coyly murmured. John suddenly couldn't seem to speak, he mouthed the sounds but nothing came out and he stood there like a fish out of water. It didn't go unnoticed that John stood there in a pair of new Sta Press trousers and Ben Sherman shirt. Something he wouldn't normally wear to go for a morning walk. Chris noticed too and made a pulling gesture at his own shirt without letting Maggie see. "I told Maggie how you needed to clear your head with a walk in the fresh air," Chris stated, "perhaps I should leave you alone to talk." John's surprise at seeing his wife there slowly disappeared and he walked into the room. "Sit down" he said pointing his open hand at the sofa, "I think we need to talk." "At last we agree on something." "Firstly I have to tell you that things have changed." "I know that, but there's nothing that we can't get over." "I'm sorry but I think there is now." He replied slowly sitting in the chair opposite her. "No, I don't believe that there's anything that our love for each other can't overcome, I made a mistake, yes a huge one, but just a mistake nevertheless." "Huge doesn't even cover half of it, you had sex with someone else, anal sex with someone else and that someone was the person who I most hated in this world. Someone who has taken just about every good thing from my childhood away and destroyed it. He even took you away from me, and now he's done it again." He ranted. "No ones taken me anywhere, I'm here in front of you, still totally yours and always will be." "Not so, not so because you've given your whole body to him. You swore in front of God and all our friends and family to be mine and only mine. How could I ever trust you again? People would say it's a good case for saying once a cheater always s cheater, you've done it to me twice now, I know the first time we were only kids but you still cheated and if you did it again, you can do it again so I would spend my life waiting for you to do it." John felt like letting loose with all the pent up frustration he had for what his wife had done to him. Bitter Fingers Ch. 02 "Whilst you were busy breaking your wedding vows I was holding my mother as she died in my arms! You were having the time of your life making new feelings and discoveries, I was watching my mother lose her fight for life in front of my eyes. That's another reason why I can't forgive you." "I know I broke our vows, but I was drugged, I wasn't myself. I didn't know about your mother, I'm sorry John, I'm so sorry." She groaned. "You can't use that as an excuse, you didn't fight him, you weren't forced, he didn't tie you up, you weren't drugged enough that you didn't know what you were doing. You knew my mother was seriously ill and I was concerned enough to go to her bedside, whilst you wanted to go to a party." "I know I should have been with you, I should never have gone to that party, don't you think I regret it with all my heart and soul now?" "Yes may be now you do but how do I know that? How do I know you didn't plan it all? It seems strange that you had seen him at the surgery and kept it from me! Then he turns up to a party and just happens to find you without your husband!" "No John I didn't know he was there until he came up to me!" "Seems strange as well that he knew exactly how much drug to give you to make you happy!" "I had no idea he would be there and no idea he had drugged me at all. I was with our friends, friends that should have looked after me." "I shouldn't need to tell my friends to look after you! I shouldn't need to tell my friends to stop my wife from cheating on me! I SHOULDN'T need to tell my friends to stop my wife from fucking cheating on me whilst I looked after my dieing mother!" "I wasn't myself I tell you! I'm sorry I hurt you." "You knew you were breaking your marriage vows to me and anyway, it's too late now because I've broken them too." Maggie's mouth dropped open and the penny dropped with it. That's why he was dressed as he was, he had been out all night! "Do you love her?" "I think I'm falling for her and I'm pretty sure she feels the same." He replied quietly. "Then my world is really over," she groaned and the tears pent up inside her came flooding out. "Out of all this mess, you cheating, hurting you, beating him, my mother dieing, it's the one thing I'm not sorry about." He choked. He went over to her and sat next to her, putting his strong arm around her. "I know that two wrongs don't make a right but I didn't do it for that reason. At first may be revenge was the reason but I started to feel for her at the first smile. Ok I was open and vulnerable but she didn't know about that." "Wwwhat's her nnname?" She snivelled. "Myleene" "What a bbbeautiful name" "I'm so sorry Margaret, I've loved you all my life and I love you still, even after all we' been through, but I'm going to.. No I want to see where it can go. I just have the feeling, and I know we've just met, that she won't betray me like you have. She's been betrayed herself so she knows what it feels like." "I can tell the way you talk about her that you care for her a great deal, but are you sure it's love?" She whispered. "No I'm not, not really, but I need to find out if it can be." "I love you so much and I never meant to hurt and betray you, but I can't help thinking that you are doing this to pay me back. You're betraying our love the way I did but for the wrong reason." "May be so, may be so, but time will tell if it's a mistake, and even if it is it won't be anywhere near as big as your one." Slowly standing upright Maggie picked up her handbag and looked at her husband as if it was for a last time. "I hope your life is good John, mine is over and I've only myself to blame. Gary won't bother you again, that was the purpose of my visit to him, I had to make sure he couldn't hurt us again and I did. The Police may still want to question you and probably me some more. I'll wait to hear from your solicitor and if it's over or not. If we are over then I'll still wait for you, it's something I've done before and I can do it again." She said turning towards the door. "Goodbye Mags." He replied quietly. John. Standing by the open door John watched his soon to be ex wife get into her car and felt a hand from behind rest upon his shoulder. "Are you sure you're right to do this?" Chris asked. "No I'm not." John replied, "but I don't think I'm wrong." They watched as Maggie drove off and possibly out of John's life forever. Turning to look down the road he saw quit possibly the prettiest thing he'd ever seen walking with a beaming smile on her face towards the cottage. "I see what you mean," Chris stated smiling himself. "Do you mind if I stay for a little while longer?" John asked smiling too. Myleene reached the gate and walked right in. "What so funny?" She enquired. "You haven't got an older sister have you?" Chris chortled. "I'm here to be taken to lunch by a handsome Elton John fan not to arrange a date for my sister." Chris nearly choked, "What, you actually have one?" "Chris, let this gorgeous woman alone, and keep you personal in your trousers... Sir" John exclaimed. "Yes I do have an older sister and she's much prettier than I am." "Not possible," both men said together. Chris put his arm around Myleene's shoulders as he walked her into the cottage. "Really? When can I meet her?" Chris said with a grin. "She's single, only lives in Redruth, plays guitar and is a big Elton John fan... And is also a lesbian." "Why did you do that? Why build me up then drop me like a stone?" Chris complained. "Because she's not my only older sister!" Myleene smiled. "I knew we had the same sense of humour!" Said John pulling Myleene down next to him on the sofa. "Shit, just what I needed another bloody comedian," Chris laughed, "on the other hand, where's my guitar? I feel a song coming on!" Picking up the guitar in the corner of the room he started to strum. "When I look back, boy I must have been green." The End.